Hope & Encouragement

[RuthD]

Remember you have Hope.

 

[Susie~Q]

Hello, a dear lady that is 1/4 Cherokee shared this with me, I found it very inspirational and wanted to share with everyone.

Cherokee Legend

Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youths' rite of Passage?


His father takes him into the forest, blindfolds him an leaves him alone.



He is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the blindfold



until the rays of the morning sun shine through it.


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, because each lad must
come into manhood on his own.

The boy is naturally terrified. He can hear all kinds of noises. Wild beasts must


surely be all around him . Maybe even some human might do him harm.




The wind blew the grass and earth, and shook his stump, but he satstoically, never


removing the blindfold. It would be the only way he couldbecome a man!




Finally, after a horrific night the sun appeared and he removed his blindfold.



It was then that he discovered his father sitting on the stump next to him.




He had been at watch the entire night, protecting his son from harm.



We, too, are never alone. Even when we don't know it,



God is watching overus, sitting on the stump beside us.




When trouble comes, all we have to dois reach out to Him.






Moral of the story:
Just because you can't see God,


Doesn't mean He is not there.



"For we walk by faith, not by sight."

 

[LadyOfMystery]

 

[Kristen.NewCreation]

Awesome. It's such a blessing to read through.view your posts.

 

[If Not For Grace]

There are only 3 possible solutions to a problem

1) Give In

2) Give Up

3) Give it all you've got

 

[heavensangel1964]

Pray...

Hope...

And, Do Not Worry!

(St. Pio Pietrelcina)

 

[If Not For Grace]

The Way Up & Down are the Same-(it's just a matter of direction)!

 

[Susie~Q]

Oh, for the wings of a bird,” we cry,
To carry us off to an untroubled sky,
Where we can dwell untouched by care
And always be free as a bird in the air.

But there is a legend that’s very old,
Not often heard and seldom told,
That once all birds were wingless, too,
Unable to soar through the skies of blue.

For while their plumage was beautifully bright
And their chirping songs were liltingly light,
They, too, were powerless to fly
Until one day when the Lord came by
And laid at the feet of the singing birds
Gossamer wings as He spoke these words:
“Come take these burdens, so heavy now,
But if you bear them you’ll learn somehow
That as you wear them they’ll grow light
And soon you can lift yourself into flight.”

So folding the wings beneath their hearts,
And after endless failures and starts,
They lifted themselves and found with delight
The wings that were heavy had grown so light.
So let us, too, listen to God’s wise words,
For we are much like the “wingless birds,”
And if we would shoulder our daily trials,
And learn to wear them with sunny smiles,
We’d find they were wings that God had sent
To lift us above our heart’s discontent.

For the wings that lift us out of despair
Are made by God from the weight of care;
So whenever you cry for “the wings of a bird,”
Remember this little legend you’ve heard
And let God give you a heart that sings
As He turns your burdens into
"GOLDEN WINGS."
~ Helen Steiner Rice ~

 

[sk8Joyful]

Oh, for the wings of a bird,” we cry,
To carry us off to an untroubled sky,
Where we can dwell untouched by care
And always be free as a bird in the air.

But there is a legend that’s very old,
Not often heard and seldom told,
That once all birds were wingless, too,
Unable to soar through the skies of blue.

For while their plumage was beautifully bright
And their chirping songs were liltingly light,
They, too, were powerless to fly
Until one day when the Lord came by
And laid at the feet of the singing birds
Gossamer wings as He spoke these words:
“Come take these burdens, so heavy now,
But if you bear them you’ll learn somehow
That as you wear them they’ll grow light
And soon you can lift yourself into flight.”

So folding the wings beneath their hearts,
And after endless failures and starts,
They lifted themselves and found with delight
The wings that were heavy had grown so light.
So let us, too, listen to God’s wise words,
For we are much like the “wingless birds,”
And if we would shoulder our daily trials,
And learn to wear them with sunny smiles,
We’d find they were wings that God had sent
To lift us above our heart’s discontent.

For the wings that lift us out of despair
Are made by God from the weight of care;
So whenever you cry for “the wings of a bird,”
Remember this little legend you’ve heard
And let God give you a heart that sings
As He turns your burdens into
"GOLDEN WINGS."

~ Helen Steiner Rice ~

Thank you Susie