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had a child</B></div> <div> <I>Since God hasn't given us any children of our own to love *yet* -we get to love everyone else's :)</I></div> <bR> <div> <U>When you thought I wasn't looking, by a Child . . . </U></div> <div> A message every parent should read, because your </div> <div> children are watching you and doing as you do, not as you say... </div> <bR> <div> "When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my </div> <div> first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one. </div> <bR> <div> When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you feed a </div> <div> stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals. </div> <bR> <div> When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my </div> <div> favorite cake for me and I learned that little things can be the special things in life. </div> <bR> <div> When you thought I wasn't looking I heard you say a </div> <div> prayer, and I knew there is a God I could always talk to and I learned to trust in God. </div> <bR> <div> When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a </div> <div> meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we </div> <div> all have to help take care of each other. </div> <bR> <div> When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of </div> <div> your time and money to help people who had nothing and </div> <div> I learned that those who have something should give to those who don't. </div> <bR> <div> When you thought I wasn't looking, I felt you kiss me </div> <div> good night and I felt loved and safe. </div> <bR> <div> When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take care </div> <div> of our house and everyone in it and I learned we have </div> <div> to take care of what we are given. </div> <bR> <div> When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you </div> <div> handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't </div> <div> feel good and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up. </div> <bR> <div> When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come </div> <div> from your eyes and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry. </div> <bR> <div> When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you </div> <div> cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be. </div> <bR> <div> When you thought I wasn't looking, I learned most of </div> <div> life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow up. </div> <bR> <div> When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you and </div> <div> wanted to say, Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking.'" </div> <bR> <div> Each of us, parent, grandparent, uncle, aunt or friend, influence the life of a child. </div> <div> *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*</div> <bR> <div> When God Created Children </div> <div> Don't spoil me. I know quite well that I ought not to have all I ask for </div> <div> ... I'm only testing you. </div> <div> Don't be afraid to be firm with me. I prefer it .. it makes me feel more </div> <div> secure. </div> <div> Don't correct me in front of people if you can help it. I'll take much more </div> <div> notice if you talk to me in private. </div> <div> Don't make me feel that my mistakes are sins. It upsets my sense of values. </div> <div> Don't be too upset if I say "I hate you." It isn't that I hate you, but </div> <div> only that I need your attention. </div> <div> Don't protect me from consequence. I need to learn the hard way. </div> <div> Don't take too much notice of my small ailment. Sometimes they get me the </div> <div> attention I want. </div> <div> Don't nag. If you do, I shall have to protect myself by appearing deaf. </div> <div> Don't make rash promises. Remember that I feel badly let down when promises </div> <div> are broken. </div> <div> Don't forget that I cannot explain myself as well as I should like. This is </div> <div> why I'm not always accurate. </div> <div> Don't tax my honesty too much. I am easily frightened into telling lies. </div> <div> Don't be inconsistent. That completely confuses me and makes me lose my faith </div> <div> in you. </div> <div> Don't put me off when I ask you questions. If you do, you will find that I </div> <div> stop asking and seek my information elsewhere. </div> <div> Don't tell me my fears are silly. They are terribly real and you can do </div> <div> much to try to understand. </div> <div> Don't ever suggest that you are perfect or infallible. It gives me too </div> <div> great a shock when I discover that you are neither. </div> <div> Don't ever think it beneath your dignity to apologize to me. An honest </div> <div> apology makes me feel surprisingly warm to you. </div> <div> Don't forget how quickly I am growing up. It must be very difficult for you </div> <div> to keep pace with me but please try. </div> <div> Don't forget I love experimenting. I couldn't get along without it, so </div> <div> please put up with it. </div> <div> Don't forget that I can't thrive without lots of love. But I don't need to </div> <div> tell you all the time, do I? </div> <div> Author Unknown </div> <bR> <div> *-*-*-*<FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> MY TREASURES </div> <div> "Where is my treasure?" I ask in despair. </div> <div> "Where is that peace, That life without care?" </div> <bR> <div> "Why, this adversity? Such turmoil and strife! </div> <div> Can I take it all For the rest of my life?" </div> <bR> <div> Then, weary and spent, I'm still shaking my head, </div> <div> As I tuck my three daughters Into each little bed. </div> <bR> <div> They're asleep, I'm exhausted, </div> <div> Though their prayers brought a smile. </div> <div> In the silence I'll talk To my 'Father' awhile. </div> <bR> <div> "Where is my treasure?" I ask Him in tears. </div> <div> "How do I measure The lengthening years?" </div> <bR> <div> "I'm not getting younger; I'm tired; worn out! </div> <div> There are others who HAVE! Why must I live without?!" </div> <bR> <div> In the silence I'm waiting, Though I also feel shame; </div> <div> Discouraged, I look For another to blame. </div> <bR> <div> In the silence and darkness Comes an answer I've sought... </div> <div> "My daughter, your treasure Can NEVER be bought!" </div> <bR> <div> "Then I must wait for Heaven, For the treasure I seek?" </div> <div> I ask Him, quite harshly; Yet, feeling quite meek. </div> <bR> <div> "If you look close beside you, You'll discover your treasure!<FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> Tell me, my daughter, Just how DO you measure?" </div> <bR> <div> "Would you trade what you have For the gold of another? </div> <div> Your husband; your children, Your father; your mother?!" </div> <bR> <div> "Your friends, have you any? Are they faithful and true? </div> <div> I ask you, my child, Would you cast them from you?" </div> <bR> <div> "And, now, as you kneel, And pray by these beds; </div> <div> As you gaze with such love, On these sweet, trusting heads;" </div> <bR> <div> "Tell me, now, where's your treasure?" And, I looked at each one; </div> <div> But, instead, I saw treasures, That shone like the sun. </div> <bR> <div> First, an emerald, my oldest; Responsible, charming,<FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" > </FONT></div> <div> With a beauty so deep, It can be quite disarming. </div> <bR> <div> Then, next, is my ruby, My youngest of all. </div> <div> Such mischief and wisdom, In one, who's so small. </div> <bR> <div> And, last, but not least, Comes the one in the middle; </div> <div> Now, here is the one Who's truly a riddle -- </div> <bR> <div> Brilliant and silly; Wacky and wise. </div> <div> Always the source Of another surprise. </div> <bR> <div> A spirit so strong, In this frail, little girl. </div> <div> Why, she is no other Than my shining pearl! </div> <bR> <div> So, here are my treasures. They've been here, all the time. </div> <div> Neither bought; nor are sold, Gifts of God, they are mine. </div> <bR> <div> So, whenever in doubt, Look around, in your world. </div> <div> You, too, may discover An Emerald, Ruby, and Pearl! </div> <bR> <div> By Jaye Lewis</div> <bR> <div> *********************</div> <div> * A Window To Look Through by Brian G. Jett -1999 </div> <div> She watches through her window, </div> <div> her little girl at play </div> <div> Memories flood back to her childhood, </div> <div> of her yesterdays </div> <div> As she tucks her gift into bed, </div> <div> and kisses her precious face </div> <div> She says a prayer of protection, </div> <div> "Lord keep my child safe." </div> <div> And as days turn months into years, </div> <div> she sees her little girl grow </div> <div> She begins to realize that a time will come, </div> <div> the time when she must let go </div> <div> Suddenly she hears a gentle voice-- saying, </div> <div> "No greater love is this, </div> <div> Than what you've done for your little girl, </div> <div> go seal it with a kiss." </div> <div> "Honey I want to kiss your face, </div> <div> but I know I can't by phone </div> <div> While looking through your bedroom window, </div> <div> I began to feel alone." </div> <div> "So many days through this very window, </div> <div> I'd watch you laugh and play </div> <div> And I can almost see you tucked in bed, </div> <div> on those nights we'd talk and pray." </div> <div> "Mom," her daughter uttered, </div> <div> "There's something I want to say... </div> <div> You may not know how many times, </div> <div> I saw you watch me play." </div> <div> "That window that you're looking through, </div> <div> is the same one God looked in </div> <div> He saw you by my bed each night, </div> <div> when you'd tenderly tuck me in." </div> <div> "So mom please don't feel all alone, </div> <div> you know I'll always be there... </div> <div> Just like God is with you now, </div> <div> no matter the time, or place or where." </div> <div> Her mother paused and then replied, </div> <div> "Sweetheart I know you're right... </div> <div> You're grown, married and have a child, </div> <div> that you now tuck in at night." </div> <div> "Mom, I better go now, </div> <div> I have some things I better do." </div> <div> Her mom replied, "I know it dear, </div> <div> you've got a window to look through." </div> <div> Dedicated to mothers and daughters and </div> <div> the unique and special love they have </div> <div> and will continue to share. </div> <div> *-*-*-*-*-*-*</div> <bR> <div> Hands </div> <div> Thank you Lord for dirty hands </div> <div> That touch my stove and fridge; </div> <div> For sticky little fingers that </div> <div> Try to build a bridge. </div> <bR> <div> For careless hands that go astray </div> <div> In search of something new; </div> <div> For hands to hold and show the way </div> <div> As mothers often do. </div> <bR> <div> For precious little hands in which </div> <div> Great faith so abounds; </div> <div> For silly little hands that reach </div> <div> To touch a mother's frown. </div> <bR> <div> And thank you for Your guiding hand </div> <div> That leads me to the light; </div> <div> That lifts me when I stumble </div> <div> And points me to the right. </div> <bR> <div> As little hands reach out to me </div> <div> To show them what to do, </div> <div> I'm steadied, reassured and loved </div> <div> As I reach up to You. </div> <bR> <div> By Judith Peitsch </div> <bR> <div> Children's Eyes</div> <bR> <div>  What kind of world is it my friend</div> <div>  that little children see?</div> <div>  I wonder if they see God first</div> <div>  because they just believe?</div> <bR> <div>  Do they see strength in caring eyes</div> <div>  who watch them as they play -</div> <div>  or maybe love through gentle hands</div> <div>  that guide them on their way?</div> <bR> <div>  Do you think they dream of future times</div> <div>  when they would be a king -</div> <div>  or just enjoy their present life</div> <div>  while with their friends they sing?</div> <bR> <div>  Do they see the acts of kindness</div> <div>  done for people who are poor?</div> <div>  Is the very best in everyone</div> <div>  what they are looking for?</div> <bR> <div>  And when the day is over,</div> <div>  as they close their eyes to sleep,</div> <div>  do they look forward to tomorrow</div> <div>  with its promises to keep?</div> <bR> <div>  If this is what the children see,</div> <div>  then it should be no surprise,</div> <div>  the world would be a better place</div> <div>  if we all had children's eyes.</div> <bR> <div>  by Tom Krause</div> <div> ************************</div> <div> Empty Arms</div> <bR> <div> In my empty arms I hold a dream....</div> <div> A dream that would make my life complete</div> <div> In my empty arms I hold patience....</div> <div> Patiently waiting to fulfill my dream</div> <div> In my empty arms I hold frustration....</div> <div> Frustrated nothing will work for me</div> <div> In my empty arms I hold grief....</div> <div> Grieving for something I never had</div> <div> In my empty arms I hold pain....</div> <div> A pain only few can understand</div> <div> In my empty arms I hold disappointment....</div> <div> Disappointed they said it would never be</div> <div> In my empty arms I hold a blanket....</div> <div> Still waiting for God to send that angel to me</div> <div> In my empty arms I hold on to faith....</div> <div> Faith is the only thing bringing me hope</div> <div> So I can still hold my dream.... </div> <bR> <div> Patti Law</div> <bR> <div> ************************************</div> <div> My Someday Baby </div> <bR> <div> I wait, and wait, and wait, and wait. </div> <div> The slow horse still wanting out of the gate. </div> <div> Hoping you'll begin before it's too late. </div> <div> Where are you? My someday baby </div> <bR> <div> Each night I pray a prayer for you. </div> <div> It's a prayer for daddy and me, too. </div> <div> I pray that I will someday feel you. </div> <div> My kicking someday baby. </div> <bR> <div> Every day I see children everywhere around. </div> <div> I long to hear your laughing, cooing sound. </div> <div> Your fingers around my one tightly wound </div> <div> My happy someday baby. </div> <bR> <div> How will you smile? What color your eyes? </div> <div> How will you like your birthday surprise? </div> <div> Will you come to mommy to comfort your cries? </div> <div> Wondrous you, My someday baby. </div> <bR> <div> I touch terry sleepers, and booties so small </div> <div> and wonder how much longer my heart can bear all. </div> <div> Hoping and wishing through now my third fall </div> <div> To spoil my someday baby. </div> <bR> <div> How I long to rock you to sleep, </div> <div> and rub your head until you dream deep </div> <div> to watch you roll over and sit and then creep </div> <div> My sweet little someday baby. </div> <bR> <div> The things others think are a pain, you see </div> <div> sound like a piece of heaven to me </div> <div> To be awakened by something other than dreams </div> <div> My pleasure, My someday baby. </div> <bR> <div> I don't know when you'll see this, or if you'll know </div> <div> How much I dreamed of you, prayed for you so. </div> <div> To feel you, and watch you, and help you to grow </div> <div> My someday baby. </div> <bR> <div> I do hope and pray and sneak cries through the day </div> <div> with hope daddy and I will have you "someday" </div> <div> That sooner rather than later you can hear me say,</div> <div> "With love I welcome you", My someday baby.</div> <bR> <div> author unknown~</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>