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Whose Hands
A basketball in my hands is worth about $19.A basketball in Michael Jordan's hands is worth about $33 million.It depends whose hands it's in.
A baseball in my hands is worth about $6.A baseball in Alex Rodriquex's hands is worth $30 million.It depends on whose hands it's in.
A tennis racket is a just a toy in my hands.A tennis racket in Venus William's hands is a championship.It depends whose hands it's in.
A rod in my hands will keep away a wild animal.A rod in Moses' hands will part the mighty sea.It depends whose hands it's in.
A sling shot in my hands is a kid's toy.A sling shot in David's hand is a mighty weapon.It depends whose hands it's in.
Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in my hands is a couple of fish sandwiches.Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in God's hands will feed thousands.It depends whose hands it's in.
Nails in my hands might produce a birdhouse.Nails in Jesus Christ's hands will produce salvation for the entire world.It depends whose hands it's in.
So put your concerns, your worries, your fears, your hopes,your dreams, your families and your relationships in God's hands because...
It depends whose hands it's in.
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Remember at every given moment in time, you are where you are supposed to be !]]
The Little Things: As you might know, the head of a company survived 9/11 because his son started kindergarten. Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts. One woman was late because her alarm clock didn't go off in time. One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike because of an auto accident. One of them missed his bus. One spilled food on her clothes and had to take time to change. One's car wouldn't start. One went back to answer the telephone. One had a child that dawdled and didn't get ready as soon as he should have. One couldn't get a taxi. The one that struck me was the man who put on a new pair of shoes that morning, took the various means to get to work but before he got there, he developed a blister on his foot. He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid. That is why he is alive today. Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to answer a ringing telephone... all the little things that annoy me. I think to myself, this is exactly where God wants me to be at this very moment.. Next time your morning seems to be going wrong, the children are slow getting dressed, you can't seem to find the car keys, you hit every traffic light, don't get mad or frustrated; God is at work watching over you. May God continue to bless you with all those annoying little things and may you remember their possible purpose. If you delete this, it's okay: God's Love Is Not Dependent On E-Mail !! (that's the cool part) AMEN

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What's a 710?Yesterday I was having some work done at the car dealer. Ablonde woman came in and asked for a seven-hundred-ten.They all looked at each other, and one of the mechanics asked,"What is a seven-hundred-ten?"She replied, "You know, the little piece in the middle of theengine. I lost it and need a new one. It had always beenthere."The mechanic gave the woman a piece of paper and a pen andasked her to draw what the piece looked like.She drew a circle and in the middle of it wrote 710. He thentook her over to another car which had the hood up and asked,"Is there a 710 on this car?"She pointed and said, "Of course, it's right there."Click here to learn the identity of the mysterious 710:http://mademelaugh.com/gfx/710.jpg

JOSHUA TIME 566

THE LORD'S LESSON
Carl was a quiet man. He didn't talk much.He would always greet you with a big smileand a firm handshake.Even after living in our neighborhood for over 50 years, no onecould really say they knew him very well.Before his retirement, he took the bus to work each morning.The lone sight of him walking down the street often worried us.He had a slight limp from a bullet wound received in W.W.II.Watching him, we worried that although he had survived W.W.II,he may not make it through our changing uptown neighborhoodwith itsever-increasing random violence, gangs, and drug activity.When he saw the flyer at our local church asking for volunteersfor caring for the gardens behind the minister's residence, heresponded in his characteristically unassuming manner. Withoutfanfare, he just signed up. He was well into his 87th year whenthe very thing we had always feared finally happened.He was just finishing his watering for the day when three gangmembers approached him. Ignoring their attempt to intimidatehim, he simply asked, "Would you like a drink from the hose?"The tallest and toughest-looking of the three said, "Yeah,sure," with a malevolent little smile.As Carl offered the hose to him, the other two grabbed Carl'sarm, throwing him down. As the hose snaked crazily over theground, dousing everything in its way, Carl's assailants stolehis retirement watch and his wallet, and then fled.Carl tried to get himself up, but he had been thrown down onhis bad leg. He lays there trying to gather himself as theminister came running to help him.Although the minister had witnessed the attack from his window,he couldn't get there fast enough to stop it. "Carl, areyou okay? Are you hurt?" the minister kept asking as he helpedCarl to his feet.Carl just passed a hand over his brow and sighed, shaking hishead. "Just some punk kids. I hope they'll wise-up someday."His wet clothes clung to his slight frame as he bent to pick upthe hose. He adjusted the nozzle again and started to water.Confused and a little concerned, the minister asked, "Carl,what are you doing?""I've got to finish my watering. It's been very dry lately,"came the calm reply.Satisfying himself that Carl really was all right, the ministercould only marvel. Carl was a man from a different time andplace.A few weeks later the three returned. Just as before theirthreat was unchallenged. Carl again offered them a drink fromhis hose.This time they didn't rob him. They wrenched the hose from hishand and drenched him head to foot in the icy water.When they had finished their humiliation of him, they saunteredoff down the street, throwing catcalls and curses, falling overone another laughing at the hilarity of what they had justdone.Carl just watched them. Then he turned toward the warmth givingsun, picked up his hose, and went on with his watering.The summer was quickly fading into fall Carl was doing sometilling when he was startled by the sudden approach of someonebehind him. Hestumbled and fell into some evergreen branches.As he struggled to regain his footing, he turned to see thetall leader of his summer tormentors reaching down for him. Hebraced himself for the expected attack."Don't worry old man, I'm not gonna hurt you this time." Theyoung man spoke softly, still offering the tattooed and scarredhand to Carl. As he helped Carl get up, the manpulled a crumpled bag from his pocket and handed it to Carl."What's this?" Carl asked."It's your stuff," the man explained. "It's your stuff back.Even the money in your wallet." "I don't understand," Carlsaid. "Why would you help me now?"The man shifted his feet, seeming embarrassed and ill at ease. "Ilearned something from you," he said. "I ran with that gang andhurt people like you. We picked you because you were old and weknew we could do it. But every time we came and did somethingto you, instead of yelling and fighting back, you tried to giveus a drink. You didn't hate us for hating you. You kept showinglove against our hate." He stopped for a moment."I couldn't sleep after we stole your stuff, so here it isback." He paused for another awkward moment, not knowing whatmore there was to say. "That bag's my way of saying thanks forstraightening me out, I guess." And with that, he walked offdown the street.Carl looked down at the sack in his hands and gingerly openedit. He took out his retirement watch and put it back on hiswrist. Opening his wallet, he checked for his wedding photo. Hegazed for a moment at the young bride that stills smiled backat him from all those years ago. He died one cold day afterChristmas that winter. Many people attended his funeral inspite of the weather.In particular the minister noticed a tall young man that hedidn't know sitting quietly in a distant corner of the church.The minister spoke of Carl's garden as a lesson in life. In avoice made thick with unshed tears, he said, "Do your best andmake your garden as beautiful as you can. We will never forgetCarl and his garden."The following spring another flyer went up. It read:"Person needed to care for Carl's garden."The flyer went unnoticed by the busy parishioners until one daywhen a knock was heard at the minister's office door.Opening the door, the minister saw a pair of scarred andtattooed hands holding the flyer. "I believe this is my job, ifyou'll have me," the young man said.The minister recognized him as the same young man who hadreturned the stolen watch and wallet to Carl.He knew that Carl's kindness had turned this man's life around.As the minister handed him the keys to the garden shed, hesaid, "Yes, go take care of Carl's garden and honor him."The man went to work and, over the next several years, hetended the flowers and vegetables just as Carl had done.In that time, he went to college, got married, and became aprominent member of the community. But he never forgot hispromise to Carl's memory and kept the garden as beautiful as hethought Carl would have kept it.One day he approached the new minister and told him that hecouldn't care for the garden any longer. He explained with ashy and happy smile, "My wife just had a baby boy last night,and she's bringing him home on Saturday.""Well, congratulations!" said the minister, as he was handedthe garden shed keys. "That's wonderful! What's the baby'name?" "Carl," hereplied.That's the whole gospel message simply statedTake 60 seconds give this a shot! Let's just see if Satan stopsthis one.All you do is:1. Simply say a small prayer for the person who sent you this.Father, God bless this person in whatever it is that You knowhe or she may be needing this day!2. Then send it on to five other people. Within hours fivepeople have prayed for you, and you caused a multitude ofpeople to pray to God for other people.Then sit back and watch the power of God work in your life fordoing the thing that you know He loves.GOOD FRIENDS ARE LIKE ANGELS, YOU DON'T HAVE TO SEE THEM TOKNOW THEY ARE THERE

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Spoons
A holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one dayand said,"Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like." The Lord led the holy man to two doors. He opened one of thedoors andthe holy man looked in. In the middle of the room was a largeround table. In the middle of the table was a large pot ofstew which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouthwater. The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished. They wereholding spoons with very long handles that were strapped totheir arms and each found it possible to reach into the potof stew and take a spoonful, but because the handle waslonger than their arms, they could not get the spoons backinto their mouths.The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery andsuffering. The Lord said, "You have seen Hell." They went to the next room and opened the door. It wasexactly the sameas the first one. There was the large round table with thelarge pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water. Thepeople were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were wellnourished and plump,laughing and talking. The holy man said, "I don't understand.""It is simple" said the Lord, "it requires but one skill. Yousee, they have learned to feed each other. While the greedythink only of themselves." A friend is someone who reaches for your hand, but touchesyour heart.People say true friends must always hold hands; but truefriends don't need to hold hands, because they know the otherhand will always be there. Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fightingsome kind of battle!

JOSHUA TIME 564

WHY I LOVE MOM
Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, "I'm tired, and it's getting late. I think I'll go to bed" She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's lunches. Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.< /FONT> She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on the charger and put the telephon! e book into the drawer. She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry. She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom. She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for th e field trip, and pulled a text book out from hiding under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store. She put both near her purse.
Mom then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night solution & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails. Dad called out, "I thought you were going to bed."
"I'm on my way," she said. She put some water into the dog's dish and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and the patio light was on.
She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and TV's, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework.!
In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her 6 most important things to do list. She said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals.
About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular. "I'm going to bed."
And he did...without another thought. Anything extraordinary here? Wonder why women live longer...? CAUSE WE ARE MADE FOR THE LONG HAUL..... (and we can't die sooner, we still have things to do!!!!) Send this to five phenomenal women today...they'll love you for it! I just did.
THEN, GO TO BED!

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I rarely ever send these!!! Please read it I only sent it to those who I thought would feel it too!!!! The Big WheelIn September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone. The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared. Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds. He did manage to leave $ 15 a week to buy groceries.Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either.If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it. I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job. The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town. No luck.The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince whomever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job.Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel.An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night. I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal. <>That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money--fully half of what I averaged every night. As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage. Th! e tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home.One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered. I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough. Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids.I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys' pants and soon t hey would be too far gone to repair. On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. These were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe.A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up. When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I qu ickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat. Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was a whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little dol l. As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning. Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop....THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers to prayer:1. "Yes!" 2. "Not yet."3. "I have something better in mind."God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar. You maybe going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that you cannot imagine. My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless, and I picked you.Please pass this to at least four people you want to be blessed and a copy back to me.This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's continue to pray for one another. Here is the prayer: .... Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power.Amen.I know I picked more than four, so can you.

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Worth the read......

Mouse Story ...
A mouse looked through the
crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. "What food might this contain?" The mouse wondered -
he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap. Retreating to the farmyard,
the mouse proclaimed the
warning. "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap
in the house!" The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and
said, "Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you
but it is of no consequence to me.
I cannot be bothered by it." The mouse turned to the pig and told him, "There is a
mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!" The pig sympathized, but said,
"I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse,
but there is nothing I can do about it but pray.
Be assured you are in my prayers." The mouse turned to the cow and said, "There is a
mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house!" The cow said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse.
I'm sorry for you,
but it's no skin off my nose." So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected,
to face the farmer's mousetrap-- alone. That very night a sound was heard throughout the house --
like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey. The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the
darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake
whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer's wife.
The farmer rushed her
to the hospital and she returned home with a fever.
Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup,
so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's
main ingredient. But his wife's sickness continued,
so friends and neighbors came
to sit with her around the clock.
To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig. The farmer's wife did not get well; she died.
So many people came
for her funeral, the farmer
had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them. The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness. So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn't concern you,
remember --
when one of us is threatened,
we are all at risk. We are all involved in this journey called life.
We must keep an eye out
for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another. SEND THIS TO EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER HELPED YOU OUT
AND LET THEM KNOW HOW IMPORTANT THEY ARE.

REMEMBER:
EACH OF US IS A VITAL
THREAD IN ANOTHER PERSON'S TAPESTRY;
OUR LIVES ARE WOVEN TOGETHER FOR A REASON. One of the best things to hold onto in this world is a friend .
Amen

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JOSHUA TIME 560

> PARABLE OF THE PENCIL> > The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into the> box. There are 5 things you need to know, he told the pencil, before I> send you out into the world. Always remember them and never forget, and> you will become the best pencil you can be.> > One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow> yourself to be held in Someone's hand.> > Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but> you'll need it to become a better pencil.> > Three: You will be able to correct mistakes you will make.> > Four: The most important part of you will always be what's inside.> > And Five: On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark. No> matter what the condition, you must continue to write.> > The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the box> with purpose in its heart.> > Now replacing the place of the pencil with you; always remember them and> never forget, and you will become the best person you can be.> > One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow> yourself to be held in God's hand. And allow other human beings to> access you for the many gifts you possess.> > Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, by> going through various problems, but you'll need it to become a stronger> person.> > Three: You will be able to correct mistakes you might make or grow> through them.> > Four: The most important part of you will always be what's on the> inside.> > And Five: On every surface you walk, you must leave your mark. No matter> what the situation, you must continue to serve God in everything.> > By understanding and remembering, let us proceed with our life on this> earth having a meaningful purpose in our heart and a relationship with> God daily.