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Hours of Operation
The
Child Care Center
is designed for children between the ages of
2 to 5.
We are
open
Monday - Friday from
7:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m.
For more information about our facility,
please call us at
(941) 484-4415.
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Be Still
Sometimes I ask the question,
“My Lord, is this your will?”
It’s then I hear you answer me,
“My Precious Child... be still.”
Sometimes I feel frustrated,
Cause I think I know what’s best.
It’s then I hear you say to me,
“My Busy Child... just rest.”
“I know the plans I have for you,
The wondrous things you’ll see;
If you can just be patient, Child,
And put your trust in me.
I’ve plans to draw you closer.
I’ve plans to help you grow.
There’s much I do you cannot see
And much you do not know.
But know this, child ... I LOVE YOU.
You are precious unto Me.
Before I formed you in the womb,
I planned your destiny.
I’ve something very special
I hope for you to learn.
The gifts I wish to give to you
Are gifts you cannot earn.
They come without a price tag,
But not without a cost;
At Calvary, I gave Myself,
So You would not be lost.
Rest, Child, and do not weary
of doing what is good.
I promise I’ll come back for you
Just like I said I would.
Your name is written on my palm,
I never could forget;
Therefore, do not be discouraged when
My answer is... “Not Yet.”
~ Author Unknown ~ |
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God Will Do The Rest
I asked the Lord to
bless you
As I prayed for you today
To guide you and protect you
As you go along your way
His love is always with you
His promises are true
And when we give Him all our cares
You know He will see us through
So when the road you're traveling on
Seems difficult at best
Just remember I'm here praying
And GOD WILL DO THE REST.
~ Author Unknown ~
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He Only Takes the Best
God saw she was getting tired
and a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around her
and whispered "Come with me."
With tear-filled eyes we watched
her
suffer, and fade away.
Although we loved her deeply,
we could not make her stay.
A golden heart stopped beating.
Hard-working hands put to rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.
~ Author Unknown ~ |
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How Do You Measure Success
How do you measure success?
To laugh often and much.
To win the respect of intelligent people
and the affection of children.
To earn the appreciation of honest critics,
and to endure the betrayal of false friends.
To appreciate beauty.
To find the best in others.
To leave the world a bit better,
whether by a healthy child, a garden patch,
a redeemed social condition, or a job well done.
To know that even one other life has
breathed easier because you have lived.
This is to have succeeded.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~ |
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How Do You Spell
Friendship? |
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Forgive
each other
Refresh
each other
Invest
in each other
Encourage
each other
Nurture
each other
Depend
on each other
Share
with each other
Help
each other
Inspire
each other
Pray
for each other |
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I’m Free
Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free.
I’m following the path God laid for me.
I took God’s hand when I heard the call;
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day
To laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way,
I found that place at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss.
Ah yes, these things, I too, will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow,
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life’s been full, I savored much,
Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all to brief;
Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me -
God wanted me now, God set me free.
~ Author Unknown ~
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In All Things Give Thanks
Blessings come in many guises
That God alone in love devises,
And sickness which we dread so much
Can bring a very “healing touch”
For often on the “wings of pain”
The peace we sought before in vain
Will come to us with “sweet surprise”
For God is merciful and wise
And through long hours of tribulation
God gives us time for meditation,
And no sickness can be counted loss
That teaches us to “bear our cross.”
~ Helen Steiner Rice ~
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