by: Sabrina, age 10

At school she hid herself from everything.

She was too shy to raise her hand, even when she knew the answer.

She was afraid of showing herself.          

Every day after school, she would put on her moms beautiful gown, turn on the music and dance. Safe at home she danced like a ballerina. She always dreamed of growing up and having a beautiful dress of her own.

She would twirl around, skip, and flip her dress round and round.

She always had a huge smile on her face, never frowning when the bad days came.

She knew that only God could bring her freedom, praying for the courage to dance in His world, the way she danced at home.

The Lord Answered:  “You are perfect and beautiful in Me, My Precious Child.”

by: Sabrina, age 10

At school she hid herself from everything.

She was too shy to raise her hand, even when she knew the answer.

She was afraid of showing herself.          

Every day after school, she would put on her moms beautiful gown, turn on the music and dance. Safe at home she danced like a ballerina. She always dreamed of growing up and having a beautiful dress of her own.

She would twirl around, skip, and flip her dress round and round.

She always had a huge smile on her face, never frowning when the bad days came.

She knew that only God could bring her freedom, praying for the courage to dance in His world, the way she danced at home.

The Lord Answered:  “You are perfect and beautiful in Me, My Precious Child.”

HUMOR BY:  Brianna Herbert

Its 9:00 in the morning my dad is still snoring.  

I’m going to be late for school.

Were finally on our way but I look at his face

And it’s still full of drool.

As we are arriving my dad thinks he can sing.

So he turned it to 104.9

His voice is not fine, not even close to divine.

It is so very bad I began to wine.

He is singing it wrong and I hate this song

This is just bazaar

I wonder how much longer ‘till can get out of this car.

By B. Herbert 11yrs old

HUMOR BY:  Brianna Herbert

Its 9:00 in the morning my dad is still snoring.  

I’m going to be late for school.

Were finally on our way but I look at his face

And it’s still full of drool.

As we are arriving my dad thinks he can sing.

So he turned it to 104.9

His voice is not fine, not even close to divine.

It is so very bad I began to wine.

He is singing it wrong and I hate this song

This is just bazaar

I wonder how much longer ‘till can get out of this car.

By B. Herbert 11yrs old

It was May 1974 our last day of school when I received my report card. I was filled with anticipation as I opened it up to see if I even passed. My grades were always below average and I would pass by the skin of my teeth. The second question that was bearing down on me was did I get assigned to Miss La Rose, as my seventh grade teacher.

Miss La Rose was known throughout the sixth-grade to be the toughest teacher around. Every sixth grader feared that they would be assigned to her class. Unfortunately, I was one of them, and my torment began the moment I opened up my report card and seen MISS LAROSE in the teacher’s slot. I was doomed!

I remembered all those day’s I passed her classroom as I would take the attendance sheet to the office every morning; and I would hear the teachers’ tiny voices squeaking underneath the loud thundering noise of unruly students’. That wasn’t surprising to me, nor was it to anyone else; that was the norm of every school morning.

However, what was unusual, I had never heard Miss La Rose speak, nor did I ever hear anyone else in her class speak. I mean it was so quiet that you can hear a pin drop!

One day I dared myself to stop and take a peak.

I was curious if she even had any real living, breathing students’ in her classroom. I looked around the hallway to see if anyone was around, as I quietly approached her door. All I could hear is my heart beating so loud, I was afraid she would hear it too and take me into her dreadful classroom; and make me into one of her “Students!”

The closer I get to the door the faster my heart would beat; so much so, I could hardly even breathe. 

To my amazement, there she was standing right over me with her hands on her sides looking down toward me.

I was so petrified I ran straight to the office and back into my classroom with a record time that no one else has ever broken, even to this day!

Summer vacation was over and the day of dread came much to fast. The first day of school as I walked into Miss La Rose’s classroom, my knees were trembling and chills were running up and down my arms even the hairs on my arms were standing straight up; and my thoughts were repeating the words, “I hope she doesn’t remember me.”

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It was May 1974 our last day of school when I received my report card. I was filled with anticipation as I opened it up to see if I even passed. My grades were always below average and I would pass by the skin of my teeth. The second question that was bearing down on me was did I get assigned to Miss La Rose, as my seventh grade teacher.

Miss La Rose was known throughout the sixth-grade to be the toughest teacher around. Every sixth grader feared that they would be assigned to her class. Unfortunately, I was one of them, and my torment began the moment I opened up my report card and seen MISS LAROSE in the teacher’s slot. I was doomed!

I remembered all those day’s I passed her classroom as I would take the attendance sheet to the office every morning; and I would hear the teachers’ tiny voices squeaking underneath the loud thundering noise of unruly students’. That wasn’t surprising to me, nor was it to anyone else; that was the norm of every school morning.

However, what was unusual, I had never heard Miss La Rose speak, nor did I ever hear anyone else in her class speak. I mean it was so quiet that you can hear a pin drop!

One day I dared myself to stop and take a peak.

I was curious if she even had any real living, breathing students’ in her classroom. I looked around the hallway to see if anyone was around, as I quietly approached her door. All I could hear is my heart beating so loud, I was afraid she would hear it too and take me into her dreadful classroom; and make me into one of her “Students!”

The closer I get to the door the faster my heart would beat; so much so, I could hardly even breathe. 

To my amazement, there she was standing right over me with her hands on her sides looking down toward me.

I was so petrified I ran straight to the office and back into my classroom with a record time that no one else has ever broken, even to this day!

Summer vacation was over and the day of dread came much to fast. The first day of school as I walked into Miss La Rose’s classroom, my knees were trembling and chills were running up and down my arms even the hairs on my arms were standing straight up; and my thoughts were repeating the words, “I hope she doesn’t remember me.”

In fact, everyone w

Will you be, Just A Thought?

Life is serious business, not something taken lightly; not even for a moment!

 A breath is given and a final breath is taken one last time; then you are no more. 

Yes you will be missed and some will mourn for you, but unless certain memories arise about you, a choke followed by a tear or two,  then you become like a passing breeze. A feather in the wind; a twig brushing pass in a river. 
Just a thought.

What kind of mark will you leave engraved on the hearts of those you have encountered. Would it be family only, or the mass of people you have passed on the street.

 Did you smile first, causing the mountain of anger in ones heart to melt like wax? 

How about the woman's hand you comforted as she mourned; and you said not a word but spoke volumes into her life.

How about that child you took the time to read to; or the grown man you taught how to read.

The dog who followed you home and you gave him a home instead of sending him to the pound. 

Did you engrave in the heart love, or did you engrain seed of hatred? 

Did you engrave mercy, or did engrain the seed of selfishness? 

Did you engrave compassion, or engrain the seed of hostility? 

If you picture your life as a barn for seeds what kind of grain will be produced through you? 

If you were a river bed, what kind of water will flow through you. If you were a cup, what kind of water will others drink from you? 

Just a thought, I jotted down.
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I can’t change the way things turned out. If I kept in silence, I would have died a slow death. I would have not known the joy of seeing my grandchildren as they truely are. I would have not been able to spend the time I had with my son and laugh alot. My morning coffee would not have been sweetened by my daughter-in-law. Yes, I went on a journey without my husband for a time; but I am back now. I can’t change the way things turned out;  but I pray God will!

Father,

Through this journey I found rare treasures, treasures that very few will ever find; though they are always before them. I found the treasures in the faces of my children as we spent time together in laughter, sorrow and yes, even when we dissagreed about things. I also found the deep hidden treasures of my husband. Things I never knew about him; yet You had known all along, and You warned me in Your Word. You said those who slander another is a fool. I didn’t understand; yet I went on speaking without understanding.  You presented his gifts to me but I would never recieve them. I have found that each jewel is very different and they each shine in thier own special way. Some shine through their deeds of giving of gifts, some by their gift of doing for other’s. I have found treasures of the past; jewels I may have never seen if You had not reintroduced them to me again. Friends I have not seen in years; yet they still shine as they share the precious stones produced in thier own families. Children, Grandchildren, Spouse.

Lord, I learned a very hard lesson in this journey. I learned that each part of family is like a rare jewel; each person is a very important part in keeping family together; although we disagree in most things, each one holds in the keeping. We have been divided and scattered. We have been scattered from the Chest.

Father,

Scatter our sins and throw them to the bottom of the ocean, never to be found again. Take away the sin of a judgmental attitude and the critic of others and even the self critic. Take away the prostitution of gossiping, slandering and put a bit on the lose tongue.  Give us the gift of Grace, Gratitude, Mercy, Compassion, Humility and Building up of others. I Beg for Your Love; the Love You have shown by sending Your Son to die; even on the tree for each individual. Give us JESUS!

Lord, I can’t change the way things turned out, but I pray the You will; because Only You Can. Amen

    O Lord, hear me as I pray; pay attention to my groaning.

2Listen to my cry for help, my King and my God, for I pray to no one but you.

3Listen to my voice in the morning, Lord. Each morning I bring my requests to You and wait expectantly.

4O God, You take no pleasure in wickedness; You cannot tolerate the sins of the wicked.

5Therefore, the proud may not stand in Your Presence, for You hate all who do evil.

6You will destroy those who tell lies. The Lord destests murderers and deceivers.

7Because of Your Unfailing Love, I can enter Your house; I will worship at You Temple with deepest awe. 8Lead me in the right path, O Lord, or my enemies will conquer me.

Make Your way plain for me to follow. 9My enemies cannot speak a truthful word. Their deepest desire is to destroy others. Their talk is foul, like the stench from an open grave. Their tongues are filled with flattery.

10O God, declare them guilty. Let them be caught in their own traps. Drive them away because of their many sins, for they have rebelled against You. 11But let all who take refuge in You rejoice; let them sing joyful praises forever.

Spread Your Protection over them, that all who Love Your Name May Be Filled With Joy. 12For You bless the godly, O Lord; You Surround Them With Your Shie

Hear my prayer and give us rest. Give us strength to move forward.  Take away the fear that has orchastrated our lives all these years.

May the shackles of “what if’s” bust from our feet, that we may run freely like the calf that has been set free from the pen.

Lord, Jesus, we tremble at Your Throne of grace for You Alone hold our hearts and know everything; down to remotest places.

Give us this love that You asked of us; this Love for the Father that He requires and the Love He commands us to pour out to our brothers.

May Your Spirit comsume us,

May Your Blood flow through our veins,

May Your Love overwhelm us,

May Your Peace rule in our hearts and be evident in our lives.

May Your Life be fullfilled through us.

In Jesus Name, hear my prayer, O God. amen

Dear KWTH Board/Encouragers,

It is with tear stained eyes that I am writing. My worst fear is that I am making the wrong decision and that my assignment with this ministry is not up. Yet, God continues to bring conformation to remind me He is faithful.  We, as a family, believe that Kaylen’s Write to Heal has completed what it was designed to do for many families throughout the years. We have been blessed, and God has used this ministry to help heal some things in our own lives as we have strived to help others. However, we believe that it is time to let go of this ministry, and work through other available resources to help grieving families as God sees fit.  To thank you for your service would seems inadequate to express our gratitude for the time, effort, and prayers you personally have placed into this ministry. It is my belief that God himself will reveal all He has done through your dedication and service one day in Eternity. Each member has been placed in a remarkable place on the board and as encouragers as we strived to move forward and help as many families as we could after such loss. Your efforts in the name of our Lord have been such a source of strength for us these past few years. We pray that God will richly bless all of you as much as He has blessed us through you.

It is my hope that you will continue to help the existing list of families, and that you will  pray for us as we work through the emotions we face by making this decision. We love you all, and it has been an honor to serve with you in this ministry. We look forward to many more opportunities to be used by God as we continue to heal, and are honored and elated that we will be sharing other ministry opportunities with each of you. My wonderful cousin ends all correspondences with this ONWARD and UPWARD. And so I leave you with the same. One day we will see His face and look also in the face of my daughter, but until then we will move forward in faith. God Bless!

                                                                                                Onward & Upward,

                                                                                                The Phillips Family

I am also guilty of this sin, and may those who heard me forgive me; but this is not the way we should act in front of our children! It does not stop when you have kissed and made up, it goes down to the depths of your children reaping anger, hatred, bitterness, resentment and on and on destroying families, friendships, and relationships until you find yourself completely alone!  We say we would never hurt our children; but really are you putting a anchor on your tongue in thier presence?

Jeremiah 9

Oh, that my head were a spring of water and my eyes a fountain of tears!

I would weep day and night for the slain of my people. 2Oh, that I had in the desert a lodging place for travelers, so that I might leave my people and go away from them; for they are all adulterers, a crowd of unfaithfull people.

3They make ready thier tongue like a bow, to shoot lies; it is not by truth that they truimph in the land. They go from one sin to another;  they do not acknowledge Me,”

………….Declares The Lord.

4″Beware of your friends; do not trust your brothers. For every brother is a deciever,” and every friend a slanderer.

5Friend decieves friend, and no one speaks truth. They have taught thier tongues to lie; they weary themselves with sinning. 6You live in the midst of deception; in thier deceit they refuse to acknowledge Me,”

………..Declares The Lord.

Yes, some will say nothing is going to happen to us, God will not punish us>

Jeremiah 5:12

They have lied about the Lord; they said, “He will do nothing!

No harm will come to us; we will never see sword or famine.

13 The prophets are but wind and the word is not in them; so let what they say be done to them.”

GROWING UP PROJECT 

http://growingup.co/gil/about_us.html

If I have spent myself for causes unknown to me. Only God knows the Day’s I felt either wasted or stolen; yet He knows the motives of my heart and the disire to share  His Kingdom with those not yet known of His Son.  

Setting Up a Youth Resource Library at our office

 If I spent my life on usefulness,

 Building Up, Edifying and Teaching the Children in our Community the Way of the Lord Jesus Christ and His Teachings.

 Titus 2:  You must teach what is in accord with sound doctrine. 2 Teach the older men to be temperate, worthy of respect, self-controled, and sond in faith, in love and in endurance.

3Likewise, teach the older women to be reverent in the way they live, not to be slanderers or addicted to much wine, but to teach what is good. 4Then they can train the younger women to love thier husbands and children, 5to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to subject to thier husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God.      

then where is it He will lead me, guiding my steps along this journey with my needs already laid out before me.

This is the Room that we want to turn into a Resource library

we want to achieve this within the next 2 weeks.

The Budget for making it happen  is as below

Book Shelf Furniture – UGX 125,000 = $52

This is the Room that we want to turn into a Resource library like in the figure below

Wood work Labour – UGX 100,000 = $42

Finishing + Vanishing – UGX 50,000 = $21

Plastering the Fence Wall – UGX 150,000 = $62

Printing a 2x7mtr PVC Banner &

Anger is the shovel that digs your own pit! Thankfulness is the rope that pulls you out of the pit

 The Gift of Gratitude and Supplication

If my ignorance kept me in bondage, this I bring under the Atonement of Jesus Christ. And if my knowledge kept me in ignorance, that too, I bring under the Atonement of Jesus Christ; till there is nothing left; BUT JESUS CHRIST AND HIM CRUSIFIED!

If asked to put a value on my mother; to weigh her by comparison to another.
If asked what I loved most about her; and all the things she did or said that made me love her more.
If someone would ask me to trade her for another.
If asked, why I wouldn’t put a value on my mother.
I would simply say, Never!

My mother is more precious than the rarest stone.
She is loved because of who she is, “My Mother”
I couldn’t count the miles her feet have walked for me.
In comparison to another, they would never come close to my mother!
The value she has placed on me has no measure;
therefore, what is there in comparison to her?
I LOVE YOU MOM, THANK YOU

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