Welcome to a place where Christ should be exalted and "Self" should be abased!!
Welcome to a place where the BIBLE can be discussed rationally, intelligently, and positively without unnecessary argument!!
Welcome to a place where prayer can be requested and encouraged!!
Welcome to a place where positive and encouraging thoughts from scripture can be shared in a caring and loving way!!
Welcome to a place away from all the arguments, recriminations, and negativity of the outside world!!
Welcome to a place of rest and safety!!
Welcome to a place where Philippians 2:3 is practiced: "Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves."
Welcome to this Christian thread.
(Please leave all aggression, bitterness, and philosophy outside the door and please wipe your feet before coming inside!!)
I live in my own little world. But it's OK... They know me Here!
Welcome to a place where the BIBLE can be discussed rationally, intelligently, and positively without unnecessary argument!!
Welcome to a place where prayer can be requested and encouraged!!
Welcome to a place where positive and encouraging thoughts from scripture can be shared in a caring and loving way!!
Welcome to a place away from all the arguments, recriminations, and negativity of the outside world!!
Welcome to a place of rest and safety!!
Welcome to a place where Philippians 2:3 is practiced: "Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory; but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves."
Welcome to this Christian thread.
(Please leave all aggression, bitterness, and philosophy outside the door and please wipe your feet before coming inside!!)
I live in my own little world. But it's OK... They know me Here!
Popping in to say good afternoon everyone.
Ali and Ralph, sorry to hear about your medical problems but I'm glad that your doctors are "on it".
Will be praying for both of you as well as for Niki and her mom. 😞 :-x
Ali and Ralph, sorry to hear about your medical problems but I'm glad that your doctors are "on it".
Will be praying for both of you as well as for Niki and her mom. 😞 :-x
Hi Sir Tom, Ali ... and everyone else ... I'm not scrolling back much further
...adding to prayer list ...
Just wanted to share an 'awwww' story ...
Love Never Fails
by BethAnn
Frank was a soldier, and all the time he was in Burma as a POW, he dreamed of getting out and having a life. He suffered terribly, and was left scarred both physically and emotionally. When he came home, his
fiancee's parents worried that his scars meant he was too damaged to make a good husband. They forbade him to marry "Bette."
Frank and Bette obeyed, as was done in those days. Neither of them married. Frank worked hard, cared for his parents, an aunt, then a disabled nephew. Bette did the same, the maiden aunt always helping others.
Bette also helped people avoid public-funded care, ensuring them of spending their last days in comfort.
Bette and Frank spoke to each other often, but visited infrequently due to distance. As Bette's health failed, she was moved to a beautiful, privately-funded nursing home. She loved her beautiful sunny room, the gardens and the duck pond. She was waited on compassionately, as she had cared for many others.
Frank, however, was in a dingy, dark rented flat, with no central heat or bathtub. Yet Frank never seemed to mind. We nurses brought Frank "extras," worried that he'd forego warm socks or dinner. We loved his gentle
ways, humor, and the little gifts he made for us. He was patient as we bandaged his leg wounds and the painful ulcers still weeping from his torture scars.
One day Frank asked a nurse to take him to see Bette. She drove Frank on her own time. She watched Frank hold Bette's hand, obviously comforting her. Oblivious to Bette's dementia, Frank spoke heartfelt words. Before he left, he kissed her, and she responded, "Frank?" The nurse ran out, sobbing.
After that, if necessary, we paid for a taxi to get Frank to see Bette. Once I asked him how she afforded such a nice nursing home. Putting a finger to his lips, he showed me sheaths of legal documents,
insurance, investments, pensions. He told me, "I pay. Please: If something happens to me, make sure Bette never wants." I was dumbstruck. Frank had lived in poverty to ensure Bette's exceptional care.
Over time we convinced Frank to eat better and get a mobility scooter so he could visit Bette by himself. Asked if he was happier he said, "I was just afraid if I took anything, there wouldn't be enough for Bette. I
couldn't bear to see her go without..." Then the call from the nursing home, "Please get Frank". Beautiful Bette had passed away in her sleep. Frank said his goodbyes.
Returning to his home, I found Frank happy. "She's free", he said. "No more pain. Someday, I'll join her... free, too." Bette's 18 years of care had cost Frank one million dollars. He then trust-funded the nursing
home for free care in Bette's name, endowing two beds for the foreseeable future.
The day I left to move to another place, Frank took my hand to share a secret. "We got married in 1951, but didn't want to hurt her folks by telling anyone. Did I fail her?"
I then told Frank that he was my hero. He had lived in poverty while having enough to live like a king... for Bette's sake.
Too blessed to be stressed.
...adding to prayer list ...
Just wanted to share an 'awwww' story ...
Love Never Fails
by BethAnn
Frank was a soldier, and all the time he was in Burma as a POW, he dreamed of getting out and having a life. He suffered terribly, and was left scarred both physically and emotionally. When he came home, his
fiancee's parents worried that his scars meant he was too damaged to make a good husband. They forbade him to marry "Bette."
Frank and Bette obeyed, as was done in those days. Neither of them married. Frank worked hard, cared for his parents, an aunt, then a disabled nephew. Bette did the same, the maiden aunt always helping others.
Bette also helped people avoid public-funded care, ensuring them of spending their last days in comfort.
Bette and Frank spoke to each other often, but visited infrequently due to distance. As Bette's health failed, she was moved to a beautiful, privately-funded nursing home. She loved her beautiful sunny room, the gardens and the duck pond. She was waited on compassionately, as she had cared for many others.
Frank, however, was in a dingy, dark rented flat, with no central heat or bathtub. Yet Frank never seemed to mind. We nurses brought Frank "extras," worried that he'd forego warm socks or dinner. We loved his gentle
ways, humor, and the little gifts he made for us. He was patient as we bandaged his leg wounds and the painful ulcers still weeping from his torture scars.
One day Frank asked a nurse to take him to see Bette. She drove Frank on her own time. She watched Frank hold Bette's hand, obviously comforting her. Oblivious to Bette's dementia, Frank spoke heartfelt words. Before he left, he kissed her, and she responded, "Frank?" The nurse ran out, sobbing.
After that, if necessary, we paid for a taxi to get Frank to see Bette. Once I asked him how she afforded such a nice nursing home. Putting a finger to his lips, he showed me sheaths of legal documents,
insurance, investments, pensions. He told me, "I pay. Please: If something happens to me, make sure Bette never wants." I was dumbstruck. Frank had lived in poverty to ensure Bette's exceptional care.
Over time we convinced Frank to eat better and get a mobility scooter so he could visit Bette by himself. Asked if he was happier he said, "I was just afraid if I took anything, there wouldn't be enough for Bette. I
couldn't bear to see her go without..." Then the call from the nursing home, "Please get Frank". Beautiful Bette had passed away in her sleep. Frank said his goodbyes.
Returning to his home, I found Frank happy. "She's free", he said. "No more pain. Someday, I'll join her... free, too." Bette's 18 years of care had cost Frank one million dollars. He then trust-funded the nursing
home for free care in Bette's name, endowing two beds for the foreseeable future.
The day I left to move to another place, Frank took my hand to share a secret. "We got married in 1951, but didn't want to hurt her folks by telling anyone. Did I fail her?"
I then told Frank that he was my hero. He had lived in poverty while having enough to live like a king... for Bette's sake.
Too blessed to be stressed.
