The inspiration for this website came from a Scripture song I heard over 10 years ago at a ladies retreat:

Like Apples of Gold in pictures of silver
A word fitly spoken shall be,
Like Apples of Gold in pictures of silver
Let my life bring glory to thee.

A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.
Proverbs 25:11

Although some of the "stories" listed are made up, the Scriptural truths they illustrate are very real and can be of great benefit in a Christian's walk with the Lord and as illustrations for the lost.

It is my heart's desire that amongst the pages of this website, the Christian find words of encouragement and be spurred on to service for our Lord, and that seekers of the truth find Salvation in the timeless truths of God's Word for these troubled times.

- Angela

Mothers

Notes About Mothers

 

 

Mothers

 Real Mothers don't eat quiche;
 They don't have time to make it.

 Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils 
Are probably in the sandbox.

 Real Mothers often have sticky floors, 
Filthy ovens and happy kids.

 Real Mothers know that dried play dough
Doesn't come out of carpets.

 Real Mothers don't want to know what 
The vacuum just sucked up….

 Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?' 
And get their answer when a little
 Voice says, 'Because I love you best..'

 Real Mothers know that a child's growth is not measured by height or years or grade… 

It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother……..


 The Images of Mother

 4 YEARS OF AGE – My Mommy can do anything!

 8 YEARS OF AGE – My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!

 12 YEARS OF AGE – My Mother doesn’t know everything! 

 14 YEARS OF AGE – My Mother? She wouldn’t have a clue. 

 16 YEARS OF AGE – Mother? She's so five minutes ago.

 18 YEARS OF AGE – That old woman? She's way out of date!

 25 YEARS OF AGE – Well, she might know a little bit about it!

 35 YEARS OF AGE – Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.

 45 YEARS OF AGE – Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?

 65 YEARS OF AGE – Wish I could talk it over with Mom…

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 The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair..

  The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, 

Because that is the doorway to her heart, 

The place where love resides. 

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, 

But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. 

It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she

 Shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

“…We will serve the LORD.”

"But as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD."

A young man, James Taylor, had lived a worldly life and was a leader in opposing a revival that had swept his neighborhood.

The morning of his wedding day he awoke with the words of Joshua 24:15 on his mind. In earlier years he had memorized that verse.

Unlike our modern customs, he put in a full day’s work before his wedding that evening. As he went about his labors, the Holy Spirit convicted his heart, and he accepted Jesus as his Savior. Then he said, "Yes, we will serve the Lord!"

At first his bride was dismayed by this decision, but soon became a believer, and a Christian home was established.

You say, "What’s so unusual about that story?"

Well, that young man was the great-grandfather of J. Hudson Taylor, founder of the China Inland Mission. Nor has the influence of that first decision been without present-day consequences. The general director of that organization is the great grandson of the founder.

Though saving faith cannot be transmitted from parents to children, God does use the holy influence of fathers and mothers upon their offspring and successive generations.

What if James Taylor had not yielded to Christ? What if his decision had been different? It is possible that a company of dedicated missionaries would not be serving in the Orient now under an organization whose founding was a direct result of that mans conversion.

The trail of a right choice in your home may lead to great blessings many years down the road. – P.R.V.

Beatitudes for the Home

 

BLESSED are the husband and wife who continue to be affectionate and considerate, loving after the wedding bells have ceased ringing.

BLESSED
are the husband and wife who are as polite and courteous to one another as they are to their friends.

BLESSED
are they who have a sense of humor, for this attribute will be a handy shock absorber.

BLESSED are they who love their mates more than any other person in the world and who joyfully fulfill their marriage vows of lifetime of fidelity and mutual helpfulness to one another.

BLESSED
are they who attain parenthood, for children are a heritage of the Lord.

BLESSED are they who remember to thank God for their food before they partake of it, and who set apart some time each day for the reading of the Bible and for prayer.

BLESSED
are those mates who never speak loudly to one another and who make their home a place where seldom is heard a discouraging word".

BLESSED are the husband and wife who faithfully attend the worship service of the church and who work together in the church for the advancement of Christ’s Kingdom.

BLESSED
are the husband and wife who can work out problems of adjustments without interference from relatives.

BLESSED
is the couple who has a complete understanding about financial matters and who has worked out a perfect partnership with all money under the control of both.

BLESSED
are the husband and wife who humbly dedicate their lives and their home to Christ and who practice the teachings of Christ in the home by being unselfish, loyal, and loving.

Baptist Bulletin Service

The Warrior

The Warrior

This morning my thoughts traveled along
To a place in my life where days have since gone
Beholding an image of what I used to be
As visions were stirred and God spoke to me.

He showed me a Warrior, a soldier in place
Positioned by Heaven, yet I saw no face
I watched as the Warrior fought enemies
That came from the darkness with destruction for me.

I saw as the Warrior would dry away tears
As all of Heaven’s angels hovered so near
I saw many wounds on the Warrior’s face
Yet weapons of warfare were firmly in place.

I felt my heart weeping, my eyes held so much
As God let me feel the Warrior’s prayer touch
I thought, “how familiar”, the words that were prayed
The prayers were like lightning that never would fade.

I said to God, “Please, tell me the Warrior’s name.”
He gave no reply, He chose to refrain
I asked, “Lord, who is broken that they need such prayer?”
He showed me an image of myself standing there.

Bound by confusion, lost and alone
I felt the prayers of the Warrior carry me home
I asked, “Please show me, Lord, this Warrior so true.”
I watched and I wept,
FOR MOTHER…..THE WARRIOR WAS YOU!

The Warrior
By Larry S. Clark, Copyright.

My Mother

My Mother

Who fed me from her gentle breast
And hushed me in her arms to rest
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My mother.

When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sang sweet lullaby,
And rocked me that I should not cry?
My mother.

Who sat and watched my infant head,
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My mother.

Who dressed my doll in clothes so gay,
And taught me pretty how to play,
And minded all I had to say?
My mother.

Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place and make it well?
My mother.

Who taught my infant lips to pray,
To love God’s Holy Word and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
My mother.

And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee
Who wast so very kind to me…
My mother.

Oh no, the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare,
I hope I shall reward thy care,
My mother.

When thou art feeble, old and gray,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My mother.

And when I see thee hang thy head,
It will be my turn to watch thy bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed…
My mother.

For God Who lives above the skies,
Would look with vengeance in His eyes,
If I should ever dare despise
My mother!

Jane Taylor.

A Mother’s Prayer

A Mother’s Prayer

They grow up so fast Lord
These children You put in my care
It seems like only yesterday
I was getting gum out of their hair.

From a babe to a toddler
To a child going out to play
Now they are adolescents
Each striving to go their own way.

No longer are their trucks and dolls
Scattered all across the floor
They are busy with their own lives
Always heading out the door.

It’s so hard to let them go Lord
But I know it was meant to be
I’ve taught them of Your ways
Now I pray they’ll always turn to Thee.

Watch over them dear God
On their way to adulthood
Stand beside them on life’s rocky road
As You promised that You would.

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Dedicated to my children:
Billy, Amy, and Sabrina.

Alma Herrington
January 1986

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