JOSHUA TIME 812

Dancing With God
>> When I meditated on the word Guidance,
>>I kept seeing "dance" at the end of the word.
>> I remember reading that doing God's will is a lot like dancing.
>> When two people try to lead, nothing feels right.
>> The movement doesn't flow with the music,
>> and everything is quite uncomfortable and jerky.
>> When one person realizes that, and lets the other lead,
>> both bodies begin to flow with the music.
>> One gives gentle cues, perhaps with a nudge to the back
>> or by pressing Lightly in one direction or another.
>> It's as if two become one body, moving beautifully.
>> The dance takes surrender, willingness,
>> and attentiveness from one person
>> and gentle guidance and skill from the other.
>> My eyes drew back to the word Guidance.
>> When I saw "G: I thought of God, followed by "u" and "i".
>> "God, "u" and "i" dance."
>> God, you, and I dance.
>> As I lowered my head, I became willing to trust
>> that I would get guidance about my life.
>> Once again, I became willing to let God lead.
>> My prayer for you today is that God's blessings
>> and mercies be upon you on this day and everyday.
>> May you abide in God as God
>> abides in you.
>> Dance together with God, trusting God to lead
>> and to guide you through each season of your life.
>> This prayer is powerful and there is nothing attached.
>> If God has done anything for
>> you in your life,
>> please share this message with someone else,
>> for prayer is one of the best gifts we can receive.
>> There is no cost but a lot of rewards;
>> so let's continue to pray for one another.
>> And I Hope You Dance

JOSHUA TIME 811

A great note for all to read.

It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band-he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."




Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.

Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.

If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.

"Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present."

The origin of this letter is unknown, but it brings good luck to everyone who passes it on.

Do not keep this letter.

Just forward it to your friends to whom you wish blessings

JOSHUA TIME 810

MountainWings A MountainWings Moment
> #7145 Wings Over The Mountains of Life
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>
> Prepared
> ========
>
> As the drought continued for what seemed an eternity, a small
> community of mid-west farmers were in a quandary as to what to
> do next.
>
> The rain was important not only to keep their crops healthy, but
> to sustain the townspeople's very way of living. As the problem
> became more urgent, the local church felt it was time to get
> involved and called a prayer meeting to ask for rain.
>
> In what seemed a vague remembrance of a Native American ritual,
> the people began to arrive. The pastor on his arrival watched
> as the congregation continued to file in. He slowly made his
> way to the front to officially begin the meeting.
>
> Everyone was taking the opportunity to visit across the aisles
> to socialize with close friends. The pastor's thoughts when he
> reached the front were on quieting those present and starting
> the meeting.
>
> As he began to ask for quiet, his eyes scanned the crowd and he
> took note of an eleven-year-old girl sitting in the front row.
>
> Her face was beaming with excitement and she quietly sat in her
> place. Next to her, poised and ready for use, was a bright red
> umbrella. The beauty and innocence of the girl made the pastor
> smile as he realized the faith she possessed. No one else in
> the congregation had brought an umbrella.
>
> They had all come to pray for rain, but she had come expecting
> God to answer with the needed rain.

JOSHUA TIME 809

Day 9
Want to snatch a day
from the manacles of boredom?

Do overgenerous deeds,
acts beyond reimbursement.
Kindness without compensation.

Do a deed for which you cannot be repaid.
- by Max Lucado -
- from Every Day Deserves a Chance -

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JOSHUA TIME 808

The Rite of Passage

Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth's rite of passage?

His dad takes him into the forest blindfolded and leaves him alone.
He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not take off
the blindfold until the ray of sun shines through it.

He is all by himself. He cannot cry out for help to anyone. Once he
survives the night, he is a MAN. He cannot tell the other boys of
this experience. Each lad must come into his own manhood.

The boy in our story was, naturally, terrified. He could hear all
kinds of noise. Beasts were all around him. Maybe even a human would
hurt him. The wind blew the grass and earth and it shook his stump.
But he sat stoically, never removing the blindfold. It would be the
only way he could be a man.

Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared and he removed his
blindfold. It was then that he saw his father sitting on the stump
next to him - at watch the entire night.

"I will never fail you. I will never abandon you." (Hebrews 3:5)

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