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  • v JSTETSER
    Hi friend!
    538 days ago
  • v IMAVISION
    I just read this poem & felt it too good not to share on this CHRISTmas Eve! God bless!

    {This is another version of 'Twas The Night Before Christmas' }


    'Twas the night before Jesus came
    and all through the house
    Not a creature was praying,
    Not one in the house.
    Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care
    In hopes that Jesus would not come there.

    The children were dressing to crawl into bed.
    Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
    And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap
    Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.

    When out of the East there arose such a clatter.
    I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
    Away to the window I flew like a flash,
    Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!

    When what to my wondering eyes should appear
    But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
    With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray
    I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY!

    The light of His face made me cover my head
    It was Jesus! returning just like He had said.
    And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
    I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.

    In the Book of Life which He held in His hand
    Was written the name of every saved man.
    He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;
    When He said "it's not here" my head hung in shame.

    The people whose names had been written with love
    He gathered to take to His Father above.
    With those who were ready He rose without a sound.
    While all the rest were left standing around.

    I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
    I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.
    I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;
    Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.

    In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;
    The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
    There's only one life and when comes the last call
    We'll find that the Bible was true after all!


    (by Reverend Edward M. Gionest, Sr.)

    To those who receive Him, He gives the power to become the sons of God, even to those that believe on his name. Repent and declare with your mouth that Jesus is your Lord, and believe in your heart that God raised him up from the dead, you will be saved.
    577 days ago
  • v MICKEYMAX
    I am glad you are back home! Maybe your doctor's office can help with the changes you need. xox
    816 days ago
  • v GENRE009
    THANK YOU FOR YOUR PRAYERs FOR MY X husband. he was among love of my life, yet it was 45 years ago. He married me too young I guess.
    I don't know if he died, his best friend hasn't called me back yet. I really wanted the power of prayer to work for him since I know that he wasn't baptized but loved Jesus. thanks again. Did rest good while I was off for 5 days due to computer virus & my computer had to be checked out. I guess I do get hyper from this thing, and I was ministering to people, and answering emails. Almost like I had a life, ha, ha! emoticon emoticon eva
    920 days ago
  • v GENRE009
    BOY IF THIS IS WHERE YOU LIVE, THESE PICTURES ON THIS SITE. I THINK YOU HAVE A LITTLE PIECE OF HEAVEN. I love dolls too. I was forced to stop playing with them at 11, by my sister who was jealous. Then when I got older I bought some for people, but never got the change to give it to them, then realized that it dangerous for me to buy any, cause I still liked them. My first friend was my doll Susxie. About 5 years ago I wrote a poem about dolls, it was to my niece who I compared to my dolls whom I no longer play with, and have put away in their doll box. because she doesn't care enough to care. take care sweetie.
    925 days ago

    Comment edited on: 1/11/2014 12:30:44 AM
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