Be A Blessing Each Day

Be A Blessing Each Day

Have you ever thought that you could be;

The answer to somebody’s prayer?

That you could be the answer to a need;

That one in whom the Lord wants to be there?

If the call of God fell upon your ear;

And all mountains removed from the way.

Would you be willing to be a blessing;

The answer to whom, somebody prayed?

Sometime people need people to care;

Sharing God’s love, and brushing their tears.

God’s called us to be a blessing each day.

Even if all we can do is pray.

There are many ways to share a blessing;

Take time to listen, take time to share.

A smile or a word of encouragement;

Are always good ways to show that you care.

Be a blessing each day, a blessing each day.

Be a blessing to someone, to someone today.

Be a blessing each day, a blessing each day.

Please be a blessing to someone, to someone today.

Susan Y Nikitenko

June 28^th, 2014

1 John 3:18
My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue; but in deed and in truth.

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My Fondest Memory Of My Dad - A Note About My Past

My Fondest Memory Of My Dad

I'm sure each one of us children had a special time with dad growing up. Even though we had some rough times, the older I get the more the fond memories over shadow any of the bad ones.   My dad was a very hard working man.  My dad would come home from work, eat dinner with us and disappear into the basement to work on rebuilding a motor or some other car part.  When we would go into his workroom we could always find walnut shells laying around because dad loved walnuts.

One day maybe even on a Sunday evening my Dad sat down on the front porch swing with me. This was highly unusual because it was just me and my dad.

I was singing some church songs.  I loved to sing when I was little, probably because my grandmother would always tell me how good I could sing.  My dad sat there with a happy smile while he  listened to every song and listened to me chatter away like most little girls do.

It meant allot to me because He wanted to hear what I had to say and not only that but He loved listening to every word.

I thank the Lord for having a dad who cared about his family and provided our needs.  I thank the Lord for had knowing him and loving him.  What I would do just to sit beside him and hear everything he had to say.  I know I would love every minute , every second, every word.

Susan Y Nikitenko
June 14th, 2014

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