A friend is a smile on a dreary day. A friend is a hand when you've lost your way.
A friend is an eye to help you plan. A friend is a heart to understand.
A friend is an arm when the day is long. A friend is a voice through your stifled song.
A friend is an ear to hear what you say. A friend is a soul to help you pray.

1. Will this work honor my Savior or this writer?

2. Have I prayed and asked God for direction?

3. Have I given it my best?

4. How will it benefit the reader?

When Jesus came down
How only crown
Was the jeweled-filled
Stars in the sky.
His throne was small
In the cattle stall;
His praise a lullaby.
And those who came
To give acclaim
Were men who
Smelled like sheep,
Yet shepherds heard
The angel's word
And now we all repeat:
"Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace, good will
toward men"
(Luke 2:14).

Not my problems, but His power,
Not my stress, but His strength,
Not my worries, but His wisdom,
Not my failures, but His faithfulness,
Not my loss, but His love,
Not my pressure, but His peace,
Not me, but Him, in everything;
"For of Him and through Him and to Him
are all things, to whom be glory
forever! Amen. " 
(Romans 11:36 NKJV)
To read more see: Be Anxious For Nothing
www.amazon.com/author/saradubose

Where do fears comes from? Do they arise from the present moment or do they lurk somewhere inside a convoluted corridor of the mind?

At some point in our lives we all experience fear. Sometimes it may border on terror. Somehow we cope, overcome and carry on. As you escape into Uncharted Waters I trust you will also find helpful information and become more aware, not only of the dangers, but of the precautions we can all take to live a safe and satisfying life. If trouble should ever stalk you, this book will offer the advice and resources to counter your fears. Most of all, it will point you to the Author of the abundant life. I make no apologies for the introduction. Link: www.amazon.com/author/saradubose.

Some years ago I heard the story of a four-year-old boy facing major surgery. For weeks Barret's parents tried to prepare him for the ordeal. Convinced Scripture could help, they taught him this simple verse: "When I am afraid, I will trust in you" (Ps. 56:3 NIV). The day for surgery arrived and Barret kept repeating his special verse. Later, the doctors and staff said they witnessed an unusual peace for a child so young.

Barret, however, will display a degree of hostility when he is withdrawn from the drugs following his operation," the surgeon warned. "Don't be alarmed. It's perfectly normal."

Steeled for this time, Barret's parents seldom left his bedside. One afternoon he began to stir and it wasn't long before they observed him slowly moving is lips. His first silent words were "I love you," and the next was a complete sentence: "When I am afraid,I will trust in you."

Is Your Marriage a Mess or a Message?

The headline read: "Police can find no reason for this suicide. The man was unmarried."

We may chuckle at the headline error, but many people do feel that marriage is plagued with anxiety and problems. Someone has said, "It is well to remember that a misplaced "I" or a "me first" attitude is probably the number one reason for troubled marriages today." Read more about how to turn your marriage into a message for the watching world @ www.amazon.com/author/saradubose.

"I couldn't put it down. Uncharted Waters truly has it all: suspense, romance, and humor are all woven together into a many inspirational life lessons. If you or someone you know has ever been in a battle with the mind, emotions, or even a real person, this book speaks truth and hope. Sara's faith, creativity, and intellect are aglow in this encouraging thriller. Enjoy!"

The link for the new edition: www.amazon.com/author/saradubose 

If newly weds, middle and older couples keep a simple vocabulary their marriage will succeed.
Based on word limit, here are 5 essentials to sustain and bless your marriage:

1 word: Jesus
2 words: "Forgive me."
3 words: "I love you."
4 words: "I think you're right."
5 words: "How may I help you?"

It's not a tree all tall and bright.
But it's a star, a holy night.
It's not a box all wrapped in red.
But it's a box where sheep are fed.
It's not a ring, a suit, or toy.
It's God come down, this baby boy.

He saw a tree all stained with red.
His blood a star of mercy shed.
He saw a box. It was the grave.
From there He rose, God's sons to save.
He brings His ring, His robe, His joy
Come celebrate this baby boy . . .
It's Christmas!