Haloes! J
“When
the pieces of our lives, are not fitting together the way we want, we get busy
and start trying to force things to work…
Take time to pursue God’s direction and wait for His response… You’ll get better results!” ~ Pastor John
Hagee
John 3:16-17
“For God so loved the world that He gave His
one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have
eternal life. For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world,
but to save the world through Him…”
Matthew 11:28-30
“Come to me, all you who are weary and
burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me,
for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For
my yoke is easy and my burden is light…”
“Between the vision and the provision we must be patient… We must abide before He will provide…” ~
Pastor Matthew Hagee
“Sometimes we get all caught up in
just doing something,that we neglect to hold still, listen and know that He is
God…” ~ Pastor John Hagee
Weet
die onderstaande lyk lank – maar dit GAAN JOU BLESS, ek belowe J
“At a
fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning
disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would
never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its
dedicated staff, he offered a question: 'When
not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with
perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot
learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other
children do. Where is the natural order
of things in my son?' The audience was
stilled by the query. The father
continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and
physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human
nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he
told the following story: Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys
Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me
play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their
team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it
would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be
accepted by others in spite of his handicaps. I approached one of the boys on
the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked
around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the
eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat
in the ninth inning.' Shay struggled
over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched
with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my
son being accepted. In the bottom of the
eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In
the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field.
Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the
game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the
stands. In the bottom of the ninth
inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the
potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this
juncture, do the others let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the
game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the
bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even
know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the
pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment
in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at
least make contact. The first pitch came
and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The
pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards
Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung
at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and
could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have
been the end of the game. Instead, the
pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all
team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run
to first! Run to first!' Never in his
life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and
startled. Everyone yelled, 'Run to
second, run to second!'
Catching
his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make
it to the base. By the time Shay rounded
towards second base, the right fielder had the ball. The smallest guy on their
team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the
second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he,
too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the
runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all
the Way Shay' Shay reached third base
because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction
of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
Shay, run to third!' As Shay
rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet
screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!' Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate,
and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his
team 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the
boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this
world'. Shay didn't make it to another
summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making
me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little
hero of the day !
Hoe baie
raak ons nie ongeduldig oor dinge wat ons nie het in ons lewens nie? Raak ons kwaad omdat sekere talente ons ontsê
is, of omdat sommige deure net gesluit bly – deure wat ons so graag sal wil oop
hê? Hierdie storie is weereens ‘n “eye
opener”... Vir hierdie seuntjie, was dit
die beste dag, deurdat hy net vir ‘n oomblik kon voel dat hy van waarde is, en
dat hy saakmaak... Dat hy, te midde van
sy swakhede, deel was van ‘n span (ons is ook te midde van ons swakhede, deel
van Christus se span)... God sorg ook
altyd dat ons die "balle kan face" wat ons kant toe kom, Hy sorg dat dit onderarm gegooi word, of dat
sekere van die "veldwerkers" miss-field wanneer ons slaan... God seën ons met sekere dinge en mense, op
sekere tye (of gedurende sekere seisoene in ons lewens)... Dis nie maar toevallig dat die mense in jou
lewe, daar is nie... Dis alles deel van
God se groter plan... Al voel jy dalk
vandag eensaam en alleen, en oorweldig deur alles wat jy op die oomblik moet
"face" - RUS in die wete dat jou Pa reeds beheer van jou lewe geneem
het, en dat Hy sal sorg vir uitkoms...
God sorg dat elkeen kry wat hom toekom... Miskien nie wanneer jy dit wil hê nie, maar
God sorg dat jy di ten baie keer, BAIE MEER as wat jy wil hê, sal ontvang
WANNEER jy dit nodig het... Mag jy
sommer net vandag Sy alomteenwoordige liefde, beskerming en seen in jou lewe
ervaar...
Blessings!
Anellixx
