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

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.

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

Alma Herrington.
January 1986.

A Child’s Kiss

A Child’s Kiss

I sat amongst the people, a sheep within the herd,
Waiting for the preacher to deliver up the Word.
But first he called the children and prayed with them as one,
And they scurried off to Sunday School, the moment he was done.

And then we saw a picture I know I’ll not forget,
As the preacher’s little daughter threw her arms around his neck.
She kissed him many, many times. Adoringly she clung.
I realized in that moment that the message had begun.

God didn’t need our schedule, an agenda or a list.
He showed us each a million things within a child’s kiss.
The preacher wasn’t hurried. His demeanor wasn’t rushed.
He loved his little child and the congregation hushed.

His tender little daughter had forgotten we were there,
Adoration for her father was her one and only care.
It was just a fleeting moment but it hung there just the same,
She looked so very tiny hanging on this grown man’s frame.

No sermon could have said it, no song could capture this.
I learned about my Father’s love in a little child’s kiss.
God wants me to come running. He wants to pull me in.
The love He gives outweighs the thoughts of work, time, and sin.

I so adore my Father. We’re not meant to be apart.
He shines His light all over my transparent needy heart.
No matter that I’m feeble. No matter what they say.
I feel the warmth of all His love when I bow my head to pray.

I’m just a little child. My Father’s love is huge.
He saves me each and every day, and offers me refuge.
He loves me in my weakness. He loves me in my strife.
I cling to Him for comfort, and I cling to Him for life.

by Karla Mercaldo

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