Windows To The Soul

Windows To The Soul

Eyes are the Windows to our souls, indeed;
What do you see, to your soul, that it feeds?
Does your pathway lead to the Beauty in life?
Will it follow the Love that Deters All Strife?
My prayer for all, is that you find True Peace!
May you feel True Love, that forever will increase!
May you glean from each day, what every encounter has to teach!
As you walk your pathway, for your Destiny to Reach!

Written With Love, By: Stacey Denise Cox
2/13/2010 :yin:


Happy go Lucky
CountryEagle;201604 said:
Windows To The Soul

Eyes are the Windows to our souls, indeed;
What do you see, to your soul, that it feeds?
Does your pathway lead to the Beauty in life?
Will it follow the Love that Deters All Strife?
My prayer for all, is that you find True Peace!
May you feel True Love, that forever will increase!
May you glean from each day, what every encounter has to teach!
As you walk your pathway, for your Destiny to Reach!

Written With Love, By: Stacey Denise Cox
2/13/2010 :yin:

Nice poem Stacey!!


Happy go Lucky
I Know Something Good About You

Wouldn't this old world be better
If the folks we meet would say:
I know something good about you,
And then treat us just way!

Wouldn't it be fine and dandy,
If each hand-clasp warm and true,
Carried with it this assurance
I know something good about you!

Wouldn't things here be more pleasant
If the good that's in us all,
Were the only thing about us,
That folks bothered to recall!

Wouldn't life be lots more happy
If we'd praise the good we see!
For there's such a lot of goodness
In the worst of you and me.

Wouldn't it be nice to practice
This fine way of thinking too:
You know something good about me,
I know something good about you!


Thank you Stacy and Ann ,this is great and fantastic from you two
the are wonderful tekst ,thanks friends.
Iam tomorow 25 years to same whit my husband,and that up Valetine ,you two are great friends for whritten that ,thanks againe you are wonderful.


Happy go Lucky

I envy Kevin. Kevin thinks God lives under his bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night.

He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped to listen, 'Are you there, God?' he said. 'Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed....'

I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin's unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives in.

He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he's 6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult.

He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them.

I remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life?

Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favorite macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, a and later to bed.

The only variation in the entire scheme is laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child.

He does not seem dissatisfied.

He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work.

He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day's laundry chores.

And Saturdays-oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have e a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. 'That one's goin' to Chi-car-go!' Kevin shouts as he claps his hands.

His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights.

And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips.

He doesn't know what it means to be discontent..

His life is simple.

He will never know the entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be.

His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it.

He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax.

He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others. His heart is pure.

He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue..

Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God.

Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an 'educated' person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion.

In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith.

It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions

It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap . I am. My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God's care

Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God.

And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.

Kevin won't be surprised at all!


Happy go Lucky

As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of
she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked
at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that
impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a
boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he
not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and
that he
constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant. It
got to
the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take
delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and
putting a big 'F' at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review
child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However,
when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is a bright child with a
laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be

His second grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is an excellent student, well
by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal
illness and life at home must be a struggle.'

His third grade teacher wrote, 'His mother's death has been hard on
him. He
tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest, and his
life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken.'

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, 'Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't
much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes
in class.'

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of
felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents,
wrapped in
beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was
clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery
Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other
of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet
some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of
But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty
bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her
Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say,
Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to.'

After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very
she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to
children.. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she
with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him,
faster he responded. By the end of the year,
Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite
lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of
'teacher's pets.'

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her
she was the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote
he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the
teacher he ever had in life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things
been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would
graduate from college with the highest of honours. Heassured Mrs.
that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he
explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a
further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite
he ever had. But now his name was a little longer....
The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that
spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He
explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was
if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was
usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of
course, Mrs. Thompson did.. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the
with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was
wearing the
perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's
'Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for
making me
feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.'

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, 'Teddy,
have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a
difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you.'

(For you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist in
Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)


Thank my very best friend this is great from you,i see that you are
a very good and fantastic whriter to ,thanks friend you gone be great to
like Heather,,you two are great.


Happy go Lucky
I knelt to pray but not for long,
I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work
For bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees.
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer.
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
"Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time"

Author Unknown


Ann this his real fantastic my friend,and thank you that you pray for my famely
and my brother,hit go not so good whit him,when he say somting to me i myst very
good lisen what he say,he have very much paine my friend.
And i hope that what whritten him helping to,this a great tekst my friend.
I believes in god to.


Happy go Lucky
A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.

She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three
times, even The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.

Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she
slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.

She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment.

Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!

'And what do you want?' the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages,' he said without waiting for a reply to his question.

'Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,' Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. 'He's really, really sick...and I want to buy a miracle.'

'I beg your pardon?' said the pharmacist.

'His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how
much does a miracle cost?'

'We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you,' the pharmacist said, softening a little.

'Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.'

The pharmacist's brother was
a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, 'What kind of a miracle does your brother need?'

' I don't know,' Tess replied with her
eyes welling up. I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money.'

'How much do you have?' asked the man from Chicago

'One dollar and eleven cents,' Tess answered barely audibly.

'And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.'

'Well, what a coincidence,' smiled the man. 'A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a miracle for little brothers. '

He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said 'Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need.'

That well dressed man was Dr.. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon,
specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well.

Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.

'That surgery,' her Mom whispered. 'was a real miracle. I wonder how
much it would have cost?'

Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle dollar and eleven the faith of a little child.

In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.

A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law. I know you'll keep the ball moving!

Here it goes. Throw it back to
someone who means something to you!

A ball is a circle, no beginning, no
end. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside for you to see is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me.


Happy go Lucky
The necklace

The cheerful little girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them, a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box.

"Oh mommy please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please?"

Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl's upturned face.

"A dollar ninety-five. That's almost $2.00. If you really want them, I'll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday's only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma."

As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she went to the neighbor and asked Mrs. McJames if she could pick dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace.

Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere, Sunday school, kindergarten, even to bed. The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath. Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.

Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story. One night as he finished the story, he asked Jenny , "Do you love me?"

"Oh yes, daddy. You know that I love you."

"Then give me your pearls."
"Oh, daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess, the white horse from my collection , the one with the pink tail. Remember, daddy? The one you gave me. She's my very favorite."

"That's okay, Honey, daddy loves you. Good night." And he brushed her cheek with a kiss.

About a week later, after the story time, Jenny 's daddy asked again, "Do you love me?"

"Daddy, you know I love you."

"Then give me your pearls."
"Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my baby doll.. The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper."

"That's okay. Sleep well. God bless you, little one. Daddy loves you."

And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss.

A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed Indian style.

As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek.
"What is it, Jenny ? What's the matter?"

Jenny didn't say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And when she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver, she finally said, "Here, daddy; this is for you."

With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny's daddy reached out with one hand to take the dime store necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny ...

He had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her the genuine treasure. So it is, with our Heavenly Father. He is waiting for us to give up the cheap things in our lives so that he can give us beautiful treasures.

God will never take away something without giving you something better in its place.

The greatest gifts happen when you share love and touch others


Potters Clay
CountryEagle;201604 said:
Windows To The Soul

Eyes are the Windows to our souls, indeed;
What do you see, to your soul, that it feeds?
Does your pathway lead to the Beauty in life?
Will it follow the Love that Deters All Strife?
My prayer for all, is that you find True Peace!
May you feel True Love, that forever will increase!
May you glean from each day, what every encounter has to teach!
As you walk your pathway, for your Destiny to Reach!

Written With Love, By: Stacey Denise Cox
2/13/2010 :yin:

Very nice Stacey!


Happy go Lucky
The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him. Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements, and to store his few possessions.

One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky. He felt the worst had happened, and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. He cried out, 'God! How could you do this to me?'

Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the island. It had come to rescue him 'How did you know I was here' asked the weary man of his rescuers. 'We saw your smoke signal,' they replied.

The Moral of This Story:

It's easy to get discouraged when things are going badly, but we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of our pain and suffering. Remember that the next time your little hut seems to be burning to the ground; it just may be a smoke signal that summons the Grace of God.


Happy go Lucky
All Is Well

The virgin white of Winter
Now wears a shawl of green
For all the trees are budding
And flowers can be seen.

The snow that chilled us yesterday
Has melted like a dream
For now the stone is rolled away
Beneath the sunlight's gleam.

How sweet the sound of Spring
As songbirds now return,
And here below the rainbow
Earth makes another turn.

For Spring's a noble season,
One of show and tell,
When God reveals His Majesty
And shows us all is well.

Poet, Clay Harrison


Happy go Lucky
[]Have you ever been just sitting there and all of a sudden you feel like
> > doing something nice for someone you care for? THAT'S GOD talking to you
> > through the Holy Spirit.
> >
> > Have you ever been down and out and nobody seems to be around for you to
> > talk to? THAT'S GOD wanting you to talk to Him.
> >
> > []Have you ever received something wonderful that you didn't even ask for,
> > like money in the mail, a debt that had mysteriously been cleared, or a
> > coupon to a department store where you had just seen something you needed,
> > but couldn't afford? THAT'S GOD knowing the desires of your heart.
> >
> > []Have you ever been in a situation and you had no clue how it was going
> > to
> > get better, how the hurting would stop, how the pain would ease, but now
> > you
> > look back on it . ..
> >
> > THAT'S GOD passing us through tribulation to see a brighter day. []
> >
> > []Do you think that this e-mail was accidentally sent to you?
> >
> > []Keep this going. You have no idea which one of Your e-mail buddies could
> > use a little hope today
> >
> > Dear God...
> >
> > []
> >
> > I know you're watching over me
> >
> > And I'm feeling truly blessed
> >
> > For no matter what I pray for
> >
> > You always know what's best!
> >
> > []
> >
> > I have this circle of E-mail friends,
> >
> > Who mean a lot to me;
> >
> > Some days I 'send' and 'send,'
> >
> > At other times, I let them be.
> >
> > []
> >
> > I am so blessed to have these friends,
> >
> > With whom I've grown so close;
> >
> > So this little poem I dictate to them,
> >
> > Because to me they are the 'Most'!
> >
> > []
> >
> > When I see each name download,
> >
> > And view the message they've sent;
> >
> > I know they've thought of me that day,
> >
> > And 'well wishes' were their intent.
> >
> > []
> >
> > So to you, my friends, I would like to say,
> >
> > Thank you for being a part;
> >
> > Of all my daily contacts,
> >
> > This comes right from my heart.
> >
> > []
> >
> > God bless you all is my prayer today,
> >
> > I'm honored to call you 'friend';
> >
> > I pray God will keep you safe,
> >
> > Until we write again.


Happy go Lucky


A Birth Certificate shows that we were born
A Death Certificate shows that we died
Pictures show that we lived!
Have a seat . Relax . . .
And read this slowly.

I Believe...

That just because two people argue,
It doesn't mean they don't love each other.
And just because they don't argue,
It doesn't mean they do love each other.

I Believe...

That we don't have to change friends if
We understand that friends change.

I Believe....

That no matter how good a friend is,
They're going to hurt you every once in a while
And you must forgive them for that.

I Believe...

That true friendship continues to grow,
Even over the longest distance.
Same goes for true love.

I Believe...

That you can do something in an instant
That will give you heartache for life.

I Believe....

That it's taking me a long time
To become the person I want to be.

I Believe...

That you should always leave loved ones with
Loving words. It may be the last time you see them.

I Believe.....
That you can keep going long after you think you can't.

I Believe....

That we are responsible for what
We do, no matter how we feel.

I Believe....

That either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I Believe...

That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs
To be done, regardless of the consequences.

That my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.

I Believe....

That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down
Will be the ones to help you get back up.

I Believe...

That sometimes when I'm angry
I have the right to be angry,
But that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

I Believe.....

That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had
And what you've learned from them and less to do with how many
Birthdays you've celebrated.

I Believe....

That it isn't always enough,
To be forgiven by others.
Sometimes, you have to learn to forgive yourself..

I Believe...

That no matter how bad your heart is broken
The world doesn't stop for your grief.

I Believe....

That our background and circumstances
May have influenced who we are,
But, we are responsible for who we become.

I Believe...

That you shouldn't be so eager to find
Out a secret. It could change your life Forever.

I Believe....

Two people can look at the exact same
Thing and see something totally different.

I Believe.....

That your life can be changed in a matter of
Hours by people who don't even know you.

I Believe...

That even when you think you have no more to give,
When a friend cries out to you -
You will find the strength to help.

I Believe...

That credentials on the wall
Do not make you a decent human being.

I Believe...

That the people you care about most in life
Are taken from you too soon.

'The happiest of people don't necessarily
Have the best of everything;
They just make the most of everything they have.