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06/11/2026

Today

This is my prayer for you today …

I pray for you today a day of ordinary miracles.

A fresh pot of coffee you didn’t make yourself,

an unexpected phone call from an old friend.

I pray for you today green stoplights on your way to work

or wherever you’re going.

I pray for you today the little things to rejoice in,

the fastest line at the grocery store

or a good sing-a-long song that you’ll hear

on the radio today.

Your keys are right where you looked for them.

I pray for you a day of happiness and perfection.

Little bite-size pieces of perfection that let you know that the Lord is smiling on you, holding you tightly because you are someone special and so rare.

I pray for you today a day of peace happiness and joy. I pray these things in Christ’s name

AMEN


Mandi Collier
Bear's Inspiration Page
www.bearsinspirations.homestead.com

06/10/2026

Listen Carefully

The man whispered, "God, speak to me" and a meadowlark sang.

But, the man did not hear. So the man yelled "God, speak to me"

And, the thunder rolled across the sky. But, the man did not listen.

The man looked around and said, "God let me see you."

And a star shined brightly. But the man did not notice.

And, the man shouted, "God show me a miracle"

And, a life was born. But, the man did not know.

So, the man cried out in despair, "Touch me God, and let me know

you are here" Whereupon, God reached down and touched the man.

But, the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on.

Don't miss out on a blessing because it isn't packaged the way that

you expect.

Mandi Collier
Bear's Inspiration Page
www.bearsinspirations.homestead.com

06/09/2026

Baptist Day!

At the University of Chicago Divinity School each year, they have what is called "Baptist Day." On this day each one is to bring a lunch to be eaten outdoors in a grassy picnic area.

Every "Baptist Day" the school would invite one of the greatest minds to lecture in the theological education center.

The story is that one year they invited Dr. Paul Tillich. Dr. Tillich spoke for two and one-half hours "proving" that the resurrection of Jesus was false. He quoted scholar after scholar and book after book.

He concluded that since there was no such thing as the historical resurrection the religious tradition of the church was groundless, emotional mumbo-jumbo. because it was based on a relationship with a risen Jesus, who, in fact, never rose from the dead in any literal sense.

He then asked if there were any questions.

After about 30 seconds, an old, dark skinned preacher with a head of short-cropped, woolly white hair stood up in the back of the auditorium.

"Docta Tillich, I got one question," he said as all eyes turned toward him. He reached into his sack lunch and pulled out an apple and began eating it.

"Docta Tillich"... CRUNCH, MUNCH... "My question is a simple question," CRUNCH, MUNCH." Now, I ain't never read them books you read..."CRUNCH, MUNCH"...and I can't recite the Scriptures in the original Greek"...CRUNCH, MUNCH..." I don't know nothin' about Niebuhr and Heidegger"... CRUNCH, MUNCH... He finished the apple. "All I wanna know is: This apple I just ate - was it bitter or sweet?"

Dr. Tillich paused for a moment and answered in exemplary scholarly

fashion: "I cannot possibly answer that question, for I haven't tasted your apple."

The white-haired preacher dropped the core of his apple into his crumpled paper bag, looked up at Dr. Tillich and said calmly, "Neither have you tasted my Jesus."

The 1,000 plus in attendance could not contain themselves. The Auditorium erupted with applause and cheers. Dr. Tillich thanked his audience and promptly left the platform.

Have you tasted Jesus?

Pass this inspiration on...

Psalm 34:8 Oh, taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the man who trusts in Him!


Mandi Collier
Bear's Inspiration Page
www.bearsinspirations.homestead.com

06/08/2026

The Rock

A man was sleeping at night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light and the Savior appeared. The Lord told the man he had work for him to do, and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin. The Lord explained that the man was to push against the rock with all his might. This the man did, day after day.



For many years he toiled from sun up to sun down, his shoulders set squarely against the cold, massive surface of the unmoving rock, pushing with all his might. Each night the man returned to his cabin sore, and worn out, feeling that his whole day had been spent in vain. Seeing that the man was showing signs of discouragement, the adversary decided to enter the picture by placing thoughts into the man's weary mind: "You have been pushing against that rock for a long time, and it hasn't budged. Why kill yourself over this? You are never going to move it. 'Thus giving the man the impression that the task was impossible and that he was a failure. These thoughts discouraged and disheartened the man.

"Why kill myself over this?" he thought. "I'll just put in my time, giving just the minimum effort and that will be good enough." And that is what he planned to do until one day he decided to make it a matter of prayer and take his troubled thoughts to the Lord.



"Lord" he said, "I have labored long and hard in your service, putting all my strength to do that which you have asked. Yet, after all this time, I have not even budged that rock by half a millimeter. What is wrong? Why am I failing?"



The Lord responded compassionately, "My friend, when I asked you to serve me and you accepted, I told you that your task was to push against the rock with all, your strength, which you have done. Never once did I mention to you that I expected you to move it. Your task was to push, and now you come to me, with your strength spent, thinking that you have failed. But, is that really so? Look at yourself. Your arms are strong and muscled, your back sinewy and brown, your hands are callused from constant pressure, and your legs have become massive and hard. Through opposition you have grown much and your abilities now surpass: that which you used to have. Yet you haven't moved the rock. But your

calling was to be obedient and to push and to exercise your faith and trust in My wisdom. This you have done. I, my friend, will now mo~ the rock."



At times, when we hear a word from God, we tend to use our own intellect to decipher what He wants, when actually what God wants is just simple obedience and faith in Him.... By all means, exercise the faith that moves mountains, but know that it is still God who moves the mountains.



P.U.S.H!



When everything seems to go wrong.... just P.U.S.H.!



When the job gets you down,...just P.U.S.H.!



When people don't react the way you think they should,...just P.U.S.H.!• When our money looks funny and the bills are due.... just P.U.S.H.!



When you want to tell them off for whatever the reason,...just P.U.S.H.!



When people just don't understand you,...just P.U.S.H.!



P.U.S.H -- Pray Until Something Happens!!!!!



-- Author Unknown



Mandi Collier
Bear's Inspiration Page
www.bearsinspirations.homestead.com

06/08/2026

Father.... I will find time.....

I am sorry, but you just don't see

there's so much that depends on me. ` ·· if

There's family, friends and so much more

my time's not mine, not anymore.



It isn't that I don't want to find

that part of my day, that special time

to spend with you and let you know

how much I really love you so.

But there will be time. I know there will

when quiet will come and things are still.

When I can sit and talk with you,

believe me, that's what I want to do.

But, the phone is ringing, my beeper sounds

the children wait and car keys must be found.

I've heard about you all my life

and talk to you when I'm filled with strife.

I think you heard me, for things did work out.

Did I forget to thank you, as I ran about?

But you know I love you. I know you do.

And when I find time, I'll talk with you.

Tomorrow yes, that's when it'll be.

My time's just not my own, you see.

But I'll find time to sit with you

and if things work out that's what I'll do.

I love you. Please remember that.

But, right now I don't have time to chat.

I Love you. Bye. Take care until I

Find that time...I know I will.

Text ©2000-200l Misty Taggart

Mandi Collier
Bear's Inspiration Page
www.bearsinspirations.homestead.com

06/03/2026

Mustard Seed Faith

One day a 6-year-old girl was sitting in the classroom.

The teacher was going to explain evolution to the children.

The teacher asked a little boy:

Teacher: Tommy do you see the tree outside?

Tommy: Yes.

Teacher: Tommy, do you see the grass outside?

Tommy: Yes.

Teacher: Go outside and look up and see if you can see the sky.

Tommy: OK. (He returned a few minutes later) Yes, I saw the sky.

Teacher: Did you see God?

Tommy: No.

Teacher: That’s my point. We can't see God because he isn’t there, he doesn't exist.

A little girl spoke up and wanted to ask the boy some questions.

Teacher agreed and she asked the boy:

Little Girl: Tommy, do you see the tree outside?

Tommy: Yes.

Little girl: Tommy do you see the grass outside?

Tommy: Yessssss (getting tired of the questions by this time)

Little girl: Did you see the sky?

Tommy: Yessssss

Little Girl: Tommy, do you see the teacher? ,

Tommy: Yes

Little Girl: Do you see her brain?

Tommy: No

Little Girl: Does that mean she doesn’t have one?

FOR WE WALK BY FAITH, NOT BY SIGHT II CORINTHIANS 4:7

Pass it on...Peace

Mandi Collier
Bear's Inspiration Page
www.bearsinspirations.homestead.com

06/02/2026

The Trouble Tree

The carpenter I hired to help me restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit, and now his ancient pickup truck refused to start.



While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching tips of the branches with both hands. When opening the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.



Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier. Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied. "I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning I pick them up again."



"Funny thing is," he smiled, "when I come out in the morning to pick 'em up, there ain't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."



Mandi Collier
Bear's Inspiration Page
www.bearsinspirations.homestead.com

05/31/2026

When I Say I Am A Christian

When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not shouting, "I am saved!" I'm whispering, "I get lost; That is why I chose this way."



When I say, "I am a Christian," I don't speak of this with pride. I'm confessing that I stumble And need Someone to be my Guide.



When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not trying to be strong. I'm professing that I'm weak, And pray for strength to carry on.



When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not bragging of success. I'm admitting I have failed And cannot ever pay the debt.



When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not claiming to be perfect. My flaws are all too visible, But God believes I'm worth it.



When I say, "I am a Christian," I still feel the sting of pain. I have my share of heartaches, Which is why I speak His name.



When I say, "I am a Christian," I do not wish to judge. I have no authority; I only know I'm loved.


Have a blessed day in JESUS..

Mandi Collier
Bear's Inspiration Page
www.bearsinspirations.homestead.com

05/25/2026

The Freedom of Sacrifice

When Abraham gave Isaac

Upon the altar there

A sacrifice, the depth of which

His soul could scarcely bear



He wrestled long into the night

ln agony of soul

How could he give his precious son

And trust God keeps him whole.



He agonized and wrestled

Until he realized

That Isaac had become THE one

The one that he most prized



And then in deep repentance

and agony of soul

He called on God's forgiveness

And gave Him back the whole.



He cried "Forgive me Father

l never realized

That l had made young Isaac

An idol in my life



I give him Lord into Your hands

I love him so much Lord,

But, Oh I need to love you more

And trust you at your Word."



And God returned to Abraham

The son he dearly loved

But ne'er again did Isaac

Take the place reserved for God.



And so to each of us it seems

There comes this very test

Will we surrender loved ones

And in His promise rest?



The battle oft is long and hard

We agonize and weep,

It's not that we're not willing

It's just that love's so deep

We build an altar

Hoping still that God will intervene

And then at last abandon

Every hope and dream.



We lay them down with trembling heart

We feel 'twill never mend

And pray "God let the tire fall

I’ll trust You to the end



For there is no—one else to trust

No other voice but Thine

And so, I give completely

All once I thought was mine."

Mandi Collier
Bear's Inspiration Page
www.bearsinspirations.homestead.com

05/21/2026

The Way Home

Steve Reinhard tells a heartwarming story about a little girl who walked home from school every day. The quickest way home for her was through the town's cemetery. It was her favorite time of day. She

loved to feel the breeze in her hair and to watch the birds. Sometimes she just threw herself on the soft, green grass and watched clouds turn into castles and angels and great white stallions. As she skipped

around grave stones, she whistled her favorite tune or sang a song. Other times, she liked to kneel down and read the names and dates on gravestones, and to glide her fingers across the engraved lettering.

She particularly enjoyed those walks through the graveyard.



Still, her friends asked, "Why do you walk through the cemetery after school?"



That's easy, she would always reply. "Because it's the way home."



In an ultimate sense, that is true, isn't it? The way home is always through the cemetery. And it does not have to be a fearful passage at all, this way that leads home. It is a trip we can actually look forward to with joy.



Which is good to know, especially when we're holding the hand of one who is about to make the voyage. Or when we are ready to go ourselves.



Steve Goodier

Mandi Collier
Bear's Inspiration Page
www.bearsinspirations.homestead.com

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