The story is told of an old man who lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson.

Each morning, Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading from his old worn-out Bible. His grandson who wanted to be just like him tried to imitate him in any way he could..


One day the grandson asked, 'Papa, I try to read the Bible just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Bible do?'


The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and said, 'Take this old wicker coal basket down to the river and bring back a basket of water.' 

The boy did as he was told, even though all the water leaked out before he could get back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, 'You will have to move a little faster next time,' and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again.


This time the boy ran faster, but again the old wicker basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was 'impossible to carry water in a basket,' and he went to get a bucket instead. The old man said, 'I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You can do this. You're just not trying hard enough,' and

he went out the door to watch the boy try again. 

At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got far at all. The boy scooped the water and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, 'See Papa, it's useless!' 

'So you think it is useless?' the old man said. 'Look at the basket.' 

The boy looked at the basket and for the first time he realized that the basket looked different. 
Instead of a dirty old wicker coal basket, it was clean. 

'Son, that's what happens when you read the Bible. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, it will change you from the inside out.' 

Moral of the wicker basket story: Take time to read a portion of God's word each day; 
it will affect you for good even if you don't retain a word. 

Thought for Today:


God's Love is like the ocean, you can see

its beginnings, but not its end. 
I really like this story because I don't retain things too well anymore...

age may have something to do with it, but I figure my brain

just gets overloaded! 
God isn't concerned about my brain anyway;

He's more concerned about my heart. 

ALL CREATURES, GREAT AND SMALL...


Brenda was almost halfway to the top of the tremendous granite cliff.  She was standing on a ledge where she was taking a breather during this, her first rock climb.  As she rested there, the safety rope snapped against her eye and knocked out her contact lens. 
 

'Great', she thought.  'Here I am on a rock ledge, hundreds of feet from the bottom and hundreds of feet to the top of this cliff, and now my sight is blurry.'  She looked and looked, hoping that somehow it had landed on the ledge.  But it just wasn't there.  

She felt the panic rising in her, so she began praying.  She prayed for calm, and she prayed that she might find her contact lens.  When she got to the top, a friend examined her eye and her clothing for the lens, but it was not to be found.  Although she was calm now that she was at the top, she was saddened because she could not clearly see across the range of mountains.  She thought of the bible verse 'The eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth.' 

She thought, 'Lord, You can see all these mountains.  You know every stone and leaf, and You know exactly where my contact lens is.  Please help me.' 

Later, when they had hiked down the trail to the bottom of the cliff they met another party of climbers just starting up the face of the cliff.  One of them shouted out, 'Hey, you guys!  Anybody lose a contact lens?' 


Well, that would be startling enough, but you know why the climber saw it?  An ant was moving slowly across a twig on the face of the rock, carrying it!
 

  
The story doesn't end there.  Brenda's father is a cartoonist.  When she told him the incredible story of the ant, the prayer, and the contact lens, he drew a cartoon of an ant lugging that contact lens.  



I think it would do all of us some good to say, 'God, I don't know why you want me to carry this load.  I can see no good in it and it's awfully heavy.  But, if you want me to carry it, I will.'  

God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called.

Yes, I do love GOD.  He is my source of existence and my Savior.  He keeps me functioning each and every day.  Without Him, I am nothing, but with Him...I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me. (Phil. 4:13)

Provided by sister Tiffany.
 

 

 There once was a building construction contractor who hired a foreman to whom him grew close to, just and the foreman became fond of him, becoming best of friends.
However, the day came when the elder contractor came to his favorite foreman, complimenting him upon all the work he had done and how pleased he truly was of his excellent work and skills, then announcing his retirement.
He told him that this would be the final home that he would be working on and told him to do the best job that he ever had done, then left him to his work.

The foreman was beside himself. All those years he had put in, working so hard and, now, this!
Without his friend, what was he going to do?
Work was scarce.

So, he decided that he just had to do what he must, in order to make a little better profit and tide him over, while unemployed and seeking new work.
He cut corners, here and there, using cheaper materials, but covered up any tell-tale details.
When finished, he called his boss to the site to have a look around.
For all appearances, the home looked immaculate.

Biggest home we have ever built together,
he said,
his foreman agreeing.

Did you do like I told and build it like it was your own?
I sure hope so, because here are the keys to your new home.



If you can not put faith in your own best friend,
then you are only hurting yourself.
Who is your best friend?





 
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