Tagged: Daily Story

These are real letters children wrote to God during school; Dear GOD, In school they told us what You do. Who does it when You are on vacation? – Jane Dear GOD, Are you really invisible or is that just a trick? – Lucy Dear GOD, Is it true my father won’t get in Heaven if he uses his bowling words in the house? – Anita Dear GOD, Did you mean for the giraffe to look like that or was it an accident? – Norma Dear GOD, Instead of letting people die and having to make new ones, why don’t...

I was walking along the beach with my Lord. Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand, one belonging to me and one to my Lord. When the last scene of my life shot before me I looked back at the footprints in the sand. There was only one set of footprints. I realized that this was at the lowest and saddest times of my life. This always bothered me and I questioned the Lord about my dilemma. “Lord, you told me when I decided to follow...

After living what I felt was a “decent” life, my time on earth came to the end. The first thing I remember is sitting on a bench in the waiting room of what I thought to be a court house. The doors opened, and I was instructed to come in and have a seat by the defense table. As I looked around, I saw the “prosecutor.” He was a villainous looking gent who snarled as he stared at me. He definitely was the most evil person I have ever seen. I sat down and looked to my left and there...

Some folks in this day and time, Say that God has changed – No never! My God tells us in His Word, He’s the same yesterday, today and forever! They say there are other ways To get through Heaven’s gate. I pray that Jesus goes to them Before it is too late! It’s Gods will that all should know That for us there is a place. He wants you to call on Jesus To find out about His grace! The saving grace available to all Who turn away from their sin. And ask Jesus into their heart Then they let...

When I was a little boy, my mother used to embroider a great deal. I would sit at her knee and look up from the floor and ask what she was doing. She informed me that she was embroidering. I told her that it looked like a mess from where I was. As from the underside I watched her work within the boundaries of the little round hoop that she held in her hand, I complained to her that it sure looked messy from where I sat. She would smile at me, look down and gently say, “My son, you...