What Kind Of Day Will I Make Today?

WHAT KIND OF DAY WILL I MAKE THIS DAY?

By Wade Martin Hughes, Sr. Kyfingers@aol.com

LISTEN? WHAT DO YOU HEAR?

The other day my wife corrected me for something she heard me say.

My wife and I were discussing the movie: WAR ROOM.

I DID NOT SAY WHAT SHE HEARD... What I said was not near what she heard?

SOMETIMES BEFORE WE GET ANGRY WE SHOULD SAY:

WOULD YOU BE KIND ENOUGH TO REPEAT WHAT YOU SAID...

BEFORE WE JUMP ON THEM.

ARE YOU LISTENING?

WE OFTEN DON'T LISTEN BECAUSE WE DO NOT WANT TO HEAR?

I HEAR PEOPLE SAY WHAT GOD SAID, AND I THINK GOD WOULD NEVER

SPEAK AGAINST HIS OWN WORDS?

TEXT:

Joshua 24:15 And if it seem evil unto you to serve the LORD, choose you this

day whom ye will serve; whether the gods which your fathers served that were

on the other side of the flood, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land ye dwell:

but as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD.

Each day you wake up YOU WILL DECIDE WHAT YOU WILL DO WITH THIS DAY.

Yesterday is gone and can never be recalled, it is set in concrete.

Tomorrow may never be. But you have today, CHOOSE YOU THIS DAY...

What kind of plan will you make?

YOU CHOOSE? YOUR CHOICES WILL CONTROL THE OUT GOING AND IN

COMING

120 years ago there was a family moving from Georgetown to Johnstown.

A new opportunity farming was before them. So they loaded up their

covered wagon, hitched up the horses, said farewell and away they went.

The journey from Georgetown to Johnstown was a long journey by horse and

wagon. They they traveled from early morning until near sunset.

They asked a farmer permission to spend the night on his land.

They set their gear up and the farmer asked them if they would eat with

his family. They struck up a friendship and the kids played together and

the adults visited. The family really appreciated the farmers kindness.

They said: THIS IS THE BEST MEAL WE HAVE HAD IN A LONG TIME.

The Father and Mother asked the farmer:

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE PEOPLE ARE LIKE IN JOHNSTOWN?

The farmer replied: WHAT WERE THE PEOPLE IN GEORGETOWN LIKE?

The young man answered: THEY WERE WONDERFUL.

OUR PASTOR WAS A MIGHTY MAN OF GOD.

WE LOVED OUR CHURCH AND NEIGHBORS. WE HATE TO MOVE AWAY.

Then the family said: WELL, YOU WILL FIND THE PEOPLE IN JOHNSTOWN

ARE WONDERFUL AND SWEET AND YOU WILL FIND A GREAT LIFE FOR

YOU AND YOUR FAMILY IN JOHNSTOWN.

A few days later, the farmer was sitting on his porch and a man climbed

down from his wagon and sought permission for them to camp on his

farm. The farmer told them they were welcome to stay, and he invited them

to eat with them. The family set up their sleeping gear under the wagon.

And approached the farm house. The man told his wife, THESE PEOPLE

THINK THEY ARE BETTER THAN US. I CAN SMELL BURNT BISCUITS!

They sat down at the table and the man complained they didn't like fried

chicken. The farmer inquired: WHERE YOU FROM? WHERE YOU GOING?

The visitor said: MY ARE YOU NOSEY?

The man went on to say: WE ARE MOVING FROM FROM JOHNSTOWN TO

GEAORETOWN.

As the were discussing the move, the traveler had a question: HAVE YOU HEARD

WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE ARE IN GEORGETOWN.

The farmer inquired, WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE WERE THEY IN JOHNSTOWN.

The man raised his voice and said: THEY WERE MEANING. EVERYONE MADE

FUN OF MY KIDS. WE DID NOT GO TO CHURCH THEY WERE ALL HYPOCRITS.

MY NEIGHBORS MADE UP LIES ON OUR FAMILY. WE HATED EVERYONE.

WE COULD NOT WAIT TO LEAVE THAT DUMB O' TOWN.

The farmer replied to the traveler: YOU WILL FIND PEOPLE IN GEORGETOWN

TO BE MEAN HYPOCRITS.

The traveler looked at his wife and said: I KNEW IT, I JUST GUESSED THAT

GEORGETOWN PEOPLE WERE ULGY AND MEAN. WHEN WE GET SETTLED

IN AND THINK WE SHALL LOOK FOR A BETTER PLACE TO LIVE THAN

GEORGETOWN...

ARE WE LISTENING? EYES CAN SEE DIFFERENTLY...

I DO NOT ALWAYS AGREE WITH MYSELF?

I have two sons. They are as different as night and day.

They are both serve as Police Officers.

There are three officers on the force with our last name: HUGHES.

One is black, two white.

Someone told the Chief that my sons were brothers.

He known them sometime and said: I DO NOT BELIEVE YOU!

Well, they are, raised by the same mom and dad in the same house.

HOW WILL I CHOOSE TO SEE THESE PROBLEMS?

MISERY US A CHOICE...

JOB WAS HAVING A DIFFICULT SEASON, HE WENT FROM A BLESSED