A Poem
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There comes a time in every woman's life when she has to take a close
look at herself. Not at her circumstance, not at what she did, not how
unfair life is, or not at whom made you do it. She has to just look at
herself in all her glory and imperfection. Have you ever admired a woman
who has been through changes in her life? Or have you made up  in your
mind that she is just messed up. Before you make this mistake, take a
closer look. A woman who has endured the most unusual life is someoneof
wisdom, someone who has been chosen by God to go through things that
have made her stronger.

Think of all the great women in the Bible: Mary Magdalene, Ruth and
Naomi, the woman with an issue of blood flow,and Esther, to name a few.
Mary was a prostitute, a very uneasy woman. But bythe time Jesus was done
with her, she was His closest follower.

Esther was unfortunate in marrying an abusive man, but by the time God
was done with her, she had married one of the wealthiest men in the
land. Women are so quick to beat the next one down instead of trying to
hold her up. Before you wonder,"What's up with her?" ask yourself,
"What's up with me?" That woman could be my mother, sister, aunt, in-law,
stepmother, niece, grandmother, great-grandmother, neighbor, friend, or
co-worker, etc. That woman could be me.

Women are the carriers of life, not the channels of death. Let's build
and encourage each other, as did Ruth and Naomi. Pass this to all the
women in your life. Encourage and Love, Forgive and Forget, and trust
that the woman that receives this will be touched in some way. 

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"