and Poems
The stories and poems below are ones that I have found and enjoyed.
I must share them. At the bottom is a true story about me.
Take a minute to read through them, I think you will enjoy them.
Butt Prints in the Sand - Author Unknown
One night I had a wondrous dream, One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord, But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?"
Those prints are large and round and neat,
"But Lord, they are too big for feet."
"My child," He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone. I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait." "You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know, So I got tired, I got fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt." "Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must fight, and one must climb, When one must rise and
take a stand, Or leave their butt prints in the sand."
Heaven's Grocery Store - Author Unknown
I was walking down life's highway a long time ago.
One day I saw a sign that read, "HEAVEN'S GROCERY STORE".
As I got closer the door opened wide, I saw a host of ANGELS.
They were standing everywhere. One handed me a basket and said,
"MY CHILD, SHOP WITH CARE". Everything a human needed was in
that grocery store. And if you couldn't
carry it all, you could come back the next day for more.
First, I got some PATIENCE. LOVE was in the same row.
Further down was UNDERSTANDING; you need the everywhere you go.
I got a box or two of WISDOM, a bag or two of FAITH.
I just couldn't miss the HOLY GHOST, for it was all over the place.
I stopped to get some STRENGTH and COURAGE
to help me run this race. By then my basket was getting full, but
I remembered I needed some GRACE.
I didn't forget SALVATION, for SALVATION was free. So I tried to
get enough of that for you and me.
For I thought I had everything to do the MASTER'S will.
As I went up the aisle, I saw PRAYER;
and I just had to put that in, for I knew when I stepped outside
I would run into sin.
PEACE and JOY were plentiful; they were last on the shelf.
SONG and PRAISE were hanging near, so I just helped myself.
Then I said to the angel, "NOW, HOW MUCH DO I OWE?"
He smiled again and said,
"MY CHILD, GOD PAID YOUR BILL A LONG, LONG TIME AGO."
The Miracle Baby - By Melissa Dugay
When I became pregnant I was 18 years old and an unmarried teen.
I was obviously very scared about where my life was going to go.
I really had no clue about how hard it would actually be. I was about
two months pregnant when I went to my first ultrasound.
This started out as a routine appointment. I was very shy about
this whole thing. I had to lift up my shirt and show a total stranger,
the doctor, my ever so growing belly while he rubbed Vaseline on it.
To top it off the paddle was very cold and I had no idea what was
about to happen. The doctor went through the routine information,
checking for the baby's spine, heart, lungs and all the major organs that
every normal baby would have. Then the doctor excused
himself and called in another doctor. This doctor came in and took
control of the paddle. The doctors had found a "cyst" in my unborn
baby's abdomen. The doctors explained to me and my child's father that they were unsure of what this was,
why it was there, when or how it grew there or when it was going to go away.
This made me VERY uneasy. These were trained professionals telling me
that they didn't know. At that point we were told they were going to continue
to watch the growth of this "cyst." We went back for ultrasounds every other
week for about two more months. The "cyst" continued to
grow and grow and grow. Each visit more
doctors would examine the child inside of me and look confused,
almost amazed. On a visit about four months into the pregnancy I had a doctor
who was a wonderful Jamaican man. He came to us and stated that they wanted to do an Amniocentesis.
The amnio would tell the doctors many things about the baby and the amniotic fluids including
the sex and whether or not there may be any birth defects. We agreed,
not feeling as if there was any other choice. The doctors were thinking
that if the baby was female, the "cyst" may be an ovarian cyst.
This would have been a good thing, they could remove this upon the
birth of my child. The doctors were frightened that the
"cyst" would continue to grow and make it hard or impossible for the internal organs to grow properly.
They thought that if this "cyst" continued to grow we may have to abort
my baby. This was my worst nightmare. As they performed the amnio
we both watched in fear as the doctor put a needle into my abdomen steering it away from the baby. I had heard lots of horror stories about amnio's
so I was pretty scared of both the threat of a miscarriage and also the
pain of the test itself. Well, to say the least the pain was nothing compared to the worry.
I went home that night scared, worried, sad, glad, just plain depressed.
I think that my mom wanted and felt the need to help me feel better
and give me some hope. She talked to me about the Missionaries from the Mormon Church, The Church of Latter-day Saints coming and
giving me a blessing by the laying of the hands and annotating of oil.
We had always been Mormons for most of my life,
just never went to church much. I agreed. The Missionaries came to
our house, sat me down and prayed for
my unborn child and for myself. To bless this child and help to make it a healthy child and to help me
with the anxiety and depression. I was very unsure about how I felt about
this kind of thing. My babies father,
I think, thought that this was a waste of time. I didn't see how it could harm,
if anything it would bring me closer to God. I prayed that night
with all my heart, I think the hardest that
I have even to this day. What else could I do? Two weeks later we went my next ultrasound appointment.
The doctor performed his normal duties. Vaseline, Paddle, get the other Doctors.
This was the norm for each appointment. This time the doctor told me something that I never thought I would hear.
"Melissa, the cyst from your child's abdomen has gone away."
I nearly jumped off that table. I was in tears.
This cyst had haunted my dreams and my everyday life for four months,
growing and growing, endangering my unborn child's
life more and more every day and now it was gone. My child is now seven years old and a very healthy one at that.
Upon birth, we named him Zachary Andrew. Zachary meaning "Godly" and Andrew after my wonderful late grandfather. Zachary was given ultrasounds after he was born and that cyst never appeared again. Was it just luck or time? I don't think so. I call it a God Given Miracle.
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