My Greatest Treasure

I may not have
The smarts,
Good looks,
Riches or fame.
But
I have Jesus
And He knows
My name.
When I think about 
How he died
On a cross
For poor,
Wretched me,
I can only thank
And praise Him,
Abundantly.
So,
I may not
Have much
In this world
But that's ok.
There's a place
Called Heaven
Where I'll be
Someday.
Yes,
It's a place
That promises
Streets of gold,
Mansions,
And a crown
On my head.
The reward
Not for what
I've done
But for what
Jesus has done
Instead.
So,
I may pout,
Fuss,
Gripe
And moan.
Yes, 
For those things
I wish
I owned.
But none
Of that matters,
They will soon
Rust and fade.
The most
Important thing,
The greatest
Treasure
I have today,
Is my dear
Savior,
My blessed
hope
That can
Never
Be taken
Away!

- Joe Scot Schroeder

He Doesn't Believe In Luck (Part 7)

I was overwhelmed by their story. I said "In my years in the Navy I never had the desire to do this. But I'd like to hug you, Commander!"
We did. We all did.
I am sending them a copy of my book, "The Flight of a Lifetime!" and a few other things. My story is in there. I know they will understand.
By the way. Their daughter and my son is doing very well. So is his beautiful wife. During dinner God had urged me to tell her that everything was going to be all right. There have been times when someone has shared a story with me that I get this overwhelming urge to share a message with the individual. Sometimes they think I'm full of it. But as I was walking back to the table during dinner, I argued with God, "They won't believe me. I'll be lucky if he doesn't punch me in the nose, sharing a message from God."
God said, "I don't believe in luck!"
"I believe in YOU!"
Bob Perks © 2001
Ashley is no longer in pain. She took her heavenly place July 13, 2001 
- Written by Bob Perks at www.BobPerks.com. Used with permission.

He Doesn't Believe In Luck (Part 6)

For some reason I rarely looked in his eyes as he told the rest of this story. I found myself watching his wife. Her eyes lit up when his did. They filled with tears when he shared stories of painful memories and long difficult months. She smiled in anticipation of his words of hope and funny stories they have both told a hundred times since this ordeal. She loved him deeply. I could tell.
We sat silently. Tears mixed with nervous laughter.
"I know it to be true. I have heard many stories just like it from
others." I said.
He looked at me and reminded me again "I don't believe in luck."
Just before we said our good-byes, he casually mentioned, "Oh, yes. In the middle of all of this we found out that my wife had cancer, too."- Written by Bob Perks at www.BobPerks.com. Used with permission.