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

Poetry

Waiting For A Change

Waiting For A Change

Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried.
Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, “Child, you must wait!”

“Wait?, you say, wait!” my indignant reply.
“Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is Your hand shortened? Or have You not heard?
By FAITH I have asked, and am claiming Your Word.”

“My future and all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance, and You tell me to WAIT?
I’m needing a ‘yes,’ a go-ahead sign,
Or even a ‘no’ to which I can resign.”

“And Lord, You promised that if we believe
We need but to ask, as we shall receive.
And Lord, I’ve been asking, and this is my cry:
I’m weary of asking! I need a reply!”

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate
As my Master replied once again, “You must wait.”
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
And grumbled to God, “So, I’m waiting…for what?”

He seemed then to kneel and His eyes wept with mine,
And He tenderly said, “I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.
All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want — but, you wouldn’t know ME.”

“You’d not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You’d not know the power that I give to the faint;
You’d not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You’d not learn to trust just by knowing I’m there;
You’d not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence were all you could see.”

“You’d never experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You’d know that I give and I save … (for a start),
But you’d not know the depth of the beat of My heart.”

The flow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that’s beyond getting just what you asked
Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.”

“You’d never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that ‘My grace is sufficient for thee.’
Yes, your dreams for your loved ones overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss! if I lost what I’m doing in you!”

“So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
THAT THE GREATEST OF GIFTS IS TO GET TO KNOW ME.
And though oft may My answers seem terribly late,
My wisest of answers is still but to WAIT.”

~Author Unknown~

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(This page is prayerfully dedicated to June Mahoney,
who first shared this poem with me.
Keep leaning on the Lord, my friend.
– Jerry Bouey)

“And we know that the Son of God is come,
and hath given us an understanding,
that we may know Him that is true,
and we are in Him that is true,
even in His Son Jesus Christ.
This is the true God, and eternal life.”

1 John 5:20.

The Vessel

The Vessel

The Master was searching for a vessel to use;
On the shelf there were many – which one would He choose?
“Take me”, cried the gold one, “I’m shiny and bright,
I’m of great value and I do things just right.
My beauty and luster will outshine the rest
And for someone like You, Master, gold would be the best!”

The Master passed on with no word at all;
He looked at a silver urn, narrow and tall;
“I’ll serve You, dear Master, I’ll pour out Your wine
And I’ll be at Your table whenever You dine,
My lines are so graceful, my carvings so true,
And my silver will always compliment You.”

Unheeding the Master passed on to the brass,
It was wide-mouthed and shallow, and polished like glass.
“Here! Here!” cried the vessel, “I know I will do,
Place me on Your table for all men to view.”

“Look at me”, called the goblet of crystal so clear,
“My transparency shows my contents so dear,
Though fragile am I, I will serve You with pride,
And I’m sure I’ll be happy in Your house to abide.”

The Master came next to a vessel of wood,
Polished and carved, it solidly stood.
“You may use me, dear Master”, the wooden bowl said,
“But I’d rather You used me for fruit, not for bread!”

Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay.
Empty and broken it helplessly lay.
No hope had the vessel that the Master might choose,
To cleanse and make whole, to fill and to use.

“Ah! This is the vessel I’ve been hoping to find,
I will mend and use it and make it all Mine.”
“I need not the vessel with pride of its self;
Nor the one who is narrow to sit on the shelf;

Nor the one who is big-mouthed and shallow and loud;
Nor one who displays his contents so proud;
Not the one who thinks he can do all things just right;
But this plain earthy vessel filled with My power and might.”

Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay.
Mended and cleansed it and filled it that day.
Spoke to it kindly. “There’s work you must do,
Just pour out to others as I pour into you.”

BEULAH V. CORNWALL

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels,
that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.

2nd Corinthians 4:7.

The Touch of the Master’s Hand

The Touch of the Master’s Hand

‘Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it was scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But he held it up with a smile.
“What am I bidden, good folk?” he cried,
“Who’ll start the bidding for me?
“A dollar – a dollar – then two, only two –
“Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?

“Going for three” but no –
From the room far back, a grey-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loosened strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet
As a caroling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said “NOW what am I bid for the old violin?”
And he held it up with the bow.
“A thousand dollars – and who’ll make it two?
“Two thousand – and who’ll make it three?
“Three thousand once – three thousand twice –
“And going – and gone,” cried he.

The people cheered, but some cried,
“We do not understand what changed its worth?”
– Quick came the reply,
“The Touch of the Master’s Hand.”
And many a man with his life out of tune,
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned off cheap, to a thoughtless crowd,
Much like the old violin.

A “mess of pottage – a glass of wine,
A game” – and he travels on:
He is going once – and going twice –
He’s going – and almost gone!
But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd
Can never quite understand ,
The worth of a soul, and the change that’s wrought,
By the Touch of the Master’s Hand .

Touch of the Master’s Hand
Myra Brooks Welch

Please read:
Has His Hand Touched You?

This Too Will Pass Away

This Too Will Pass Away

If I can endure for this minute
Whatever is happening to me,
No matter how heavy my heart is
Or how dark the moment may be –

If I can remain calm and quiet
With all the world crashing about me,
Secure in the knowledge God loves me
When everyone else seems to doubt me –

If I can but keep on believing
What I know in my heart to be true,
That “darkness will fade in the morning”
And that this will pass away, too –

Then nothing in life can defeat me
For as long as this knowledge remains
I can suffer whatever is happening
For I know God will break “all the chains”

That are binding me tight in “the Darkness”
And trying to fill me with fear –
For there is no night without dawning
And I know that “my morning” is near.

Helen Steiner Rice.

The Straying Lamb

The Straying Lamb

The Shepherd loved His little lamb,
And gave it His tender care…
And followed it with His loving eyes
As it wandered here and there.

And as He sat by His grazing flock
Who so meekly His voice obeyed,
He pondered sadly His little lamb
As again and again it strayed.

The little lamb had a loving heart,
And adored His Shepherd, true,
But would turn aside and seek his own way
As lambs will so often do.

With His gentle voice the Shepherd called,
To His loved and straying lamb,
“Come back, little one, for you are not safe
Unless you are where I am.”

But still the lamb would soon forget
And unthinkingly wander away,
And not really noticing what he did,
From the Shepherd’s side would stray.

Until one day, the Shepherd kind
Took His rod in His gentle hand,
And what He then did seemed so cruel
That the lamb could not understand.

For with one sharp and well-aimed blow
Down the rod so swiftly came
That it broke the leg of the little lamb
And left it crippled, and lame.

Then the little lamb, with a cry of pain,
Fell down upon his knees…
And looked up at his Shepherd, as though to say,
“Won’t you explain this, please?”

Then he saw the love in the Shepherd’s eyes
As the tears ran down His face,
As He tenderly set the broken bone,
And bound it back in it’s place.

Now he was utterly helpless,
He could not even stand!
He must trust himself completely
To his Shepherd’s loving hand.

Then day by day, ’till the lamb was healed
From the flock he was kept apart…
And carried about in the Shepherd’s arms,
And cradled near to His heart.

And the Shepherd would whisper gentle words
Into his now listening ear…
Thus he heard sweet words of love
That the other sheep could not hear.

He felt the warmth of the Shepherd’s arms
And the beat of His faithful heart…
Until it came a blessing to seem,
By his weakness to be set apart.

Every need of the little lamb
By his Shepherd so fully was met
That through his brokenness he learned
What he never again would forget.

And as the broken bone was healed,
And once more became whole and strong…
Wherever the Shepherd’s path would lead,
The lamb would follow along.

Thus at the Shepherd’s side he walked
So closely, day by day,
For once a lamb has a broken leg
It will never again go astray.

For the cords of love had bound it so
In its hour of weakness and need…
That it had no desire to wander away,
When once again it was freed.

Could it be you are broken today,
And you cannot understand
The painful blow of the Shepherd’s rod
Nor believe it came from His hand?

He only seeks, by this painful thing,
For a time to call you apart…
To cradle you close in His loving arms,
And draw you near to His heart.

So look up into your Shepherd’s eyes,
And earnestly seek His face…
And prove in the hour of your weakness and need
The sufficiency of His grace.

For as you are borne in His loving arms,
And carried there, day by day…
He will bind you so close with the cords of His love
That never again will you stray!

Author Unknown.

Start Over

Start Over

When you’ve trusted God and walked his way,
When you’ve felt His hand lead you day by day,
But your steps now take you another way…..
Start Over

When you’ve made your plans and they’ve gone awry,
When you’ve tried your best and there’s no more try,
When you’ve failed yourself and you don’t know why……
Start Over

When you’ve told your friends what you plan to do,
When you’ve trusted them and they didn’t come through;
And now you’re all alone and it’s up to you…..
Start Over

When you’ve failed your kids and they’re grown and gone,
When you’ve done your best but it’s turned out wrong,
And now your grandchildren have come along……
Start Over

When you’ve prayed to God so you’ll know His will,
When you’ve prayed and prayed and you don’t know still,
When you want to stop cause you’ve had your fill……
Start Over

When you think you’re finished and want to quit,
When you’ve bottomed out in life’s deepest pit,
When you’ve tried and tried to get out of it…..
Start Over

When the year has been long and successes are few,
When December comes and you’re feeling blue,
God gives a January just for you….
Start Over

Starting over means “Victories Won”;
Starting over means “A Race well run”;
Starting over means “God’s Will Be Done”;

Don’t just sit there……
START OVER.

(Author Unknown.)

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