Miracles's Favorite
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 1 - 1/9/2009 1:06 PM |
I have often thought that there those amoung us who act on God's behalf in doing good works and deeds.
Over the years, I have been blessed with the privilege of knowing a few souls who were, I believe, counted amoung God's Angels.
Angelic acts range from acts of kindness to creative offerings such as the written word.
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 2 - 1/9/2009 1:07 PM |
I am going to be posting writings that I have been blessed with receiving in order to share them here at Areyouin. I hope you will get the sense of joy and hope that I get from reading them.
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 3 - 1/9/2009 1:09 PM |
The first one I received from a person who is one of these Earthly Angels. I have read this one many times and I never get tired of reading it. It is called:
JUST STAY
A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.
"Your son is here," she said to the old man. She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.
Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed.All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.
He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.
Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.
Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.
"Who was that man?" he asked.
The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.
"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here.
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 4 - 1/9/2009 1:09 PM |
When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."
The next time someone needs you ... just be there. Stay.
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WE ARE NOT HUMAN BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE.
WE ARE SPIRITUAL BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY HUMAN EXPERIENCE.
HAVE A GREAT DAY AND BLESS SOMEONE ELSE IN SOME LITTLE WAY TODAY!
GOD IS SO GOOD.
"And my God shall supply ALL your NEEDS according to His riches and glory in Christ Jesus!" (Philippians 4:19)
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 5 - 1/9/2009 1:12 PM |
The next one I call: The Cost of a Miracle.
You will probably have read it before, but this one really touches my heart every time I read it.
THE COST OF A MIRACLE
The story is told of Tess a precocious eight-year-old. Tess heard her Mom and Dad talking about her little brother Andrew. All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completely out of money. She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispered desperation, "Only a miracle can save him now."
Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to the local Drug Store.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was very busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing! She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it! "And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I'm talking to my brother --- here from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages, "he said without waiting for a reply to his question.
"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really --- really sick --- and I want to buy a miracle." "I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist. "His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 6 - 1/9/2009 1:12 PM |
"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you, "the pharmacist said, softening a little. "Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."
The pharmacist's brother was a well-dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?" "I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money". "How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago. "One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audible. "And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to. Well, what a coincidence," smiled the well-dressed man, "A dollar and eleven cents --- the exact price of a miracle for little brothers!"
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 7 - 1/9/2009 1:13 PM |
He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the kind of miracle you need." That well-dressed man was a surgeon, specializing in neurosurgery.
The operation was completed without charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. "That surgery," her Mom whispered, "Was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost." Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much that miracle cost --- one dollar and eleven cents --- plus the unmovable faith of a little child.
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 8 - 1/9/2009 1:13 PM |
Scripture: Hebrews 11:1
"Faith is the confidence that what we hope for will actually happen; it gives us assurance about things we cannot see." NLT
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 9 - 1/18/2009 11:27 AM |
I got this one today which really made me think about life and wanted to share it with you:
Carrots, Eggs, & Coffee
A carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee...You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.
A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up, She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans.
She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.
n about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, ' Tell me what you see.'
'Carrots, eggs, and coffee,' she replied.
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 10 - 1/18/2009 11:28 AM |
Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.
Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, 'What does it mean, mother?'
Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 11 - 1/18/2009 11:29 AM |
The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
'Which are you?' she asked her daughter.
'When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 12 - 1/18/2009 11:29 AM |
Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat?
Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the
very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 13 - 1/18/2009 11:29 AM |
May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest
future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling.
Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 14 - 1/29/2009 8:37 PM |
I love the message in this one and thanks to the angel who sent it to me!
Malachi 3:3 says:
'He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver.'
This verse puzzled some women in a Bible study and they wondered what this statement meant about the character and nature of God.
One of the women offered to find out the process of refining silver and get back to the group at their next Bible Study.
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 15 - 1/29/2009 8:37 PM |
That week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work. She didn't mention anything about the reason for her interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining Silver.
As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up.
He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn away all the impurities.
The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot; then she thought again about the verse that says:
'He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver.'
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 16 - 1/29/2009 8:38 PM |
She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined.
The man answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed.
The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, 'How do you know when the silver is fully refined?'
He smiled at her and answered, 'Oh, that's easy -- when I see my image in it.'
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 17 - 1/29/2009 8:38 PM |
If today you are feeling the heat of the fire , remember that God has his eye on you and will keep watching you until He sees His image in you.
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 18 - 2/1/2009 9:21 AM |
Have you ever had a day when you feel like the whole world is bent on making you feel bad? I confess that this happens to me every once in a while and I think it happens to everyone.
The following writing gives some of the best and kindest advise possible in this kind of situation
I Call it the WINDS OF FORGIVENESS:
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 19 - 2/1/2009 9:21 AM |
Two friends were walking through the desert.
During some point of the journey, they had an argument; and one friend slapped the other one in the face.
The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:
“Today my best friend slapped me in the face.”
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 20 - 2/1/2009 9:21 AM |
They kept on walking, until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath the one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone:
“Today my best friend saved my life”
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 21 - 2/1/2009 9:22 AM |
The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, “after I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?”
The friend replied “when someone hurts us we should write it down in sand, where winds of forgiveness can erase it away.
But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.”
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 22 - 2/1/2009 9:22 AM |
Learn to write your hurts in the sand and to carve your benefits in stone.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.
Take the time to enjoy your blessings!
Do not value the things you have in your life, but value who you have in your life!
Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 23 - 2/5/2009 9:28 AM |
I got a wonderful email from a dear friend of mine and wanted to share it here.
It brought up a good point about sharing your good feelings about people with them personally, so that they know how you feel.
It is true that on any given day, life gets moving on and things get busy and that sometimes everyone feels emotionally beaten up.
For me, in those sad times, it has been a kind word from a friend or loved one which has come to mind and given me a measure of re-assurance with which I found the strength to move forward to a day when things felt better.
The following jewel was too good to just loose in email-cyberland, and I hope someone will read it and tell someone they like, admire or love....just how they feel about them..
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 24 - 2/5/2009 9:28 AM |
Too Busy For A Friend
One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 25 - 2/5/2009 9:29 AM |
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 26 - 2/5/2009 9:29 AM |
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 27 - 2/5/2009 9:30 AM |
Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 28 - 2/5/2009 9:30 AM |
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Mark's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Mark talked about you a lot.'
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 29 - 2/5/2009 9:31 AM |
'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him.
'Thank you so much for doing that,' Mark's mother said. 'As you can see, Mark treasured it.'
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 30 - 2/5/2009 9:31 AM |
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'
Chuck's wife said, 'Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.'
'I have mine too,' Marilyn said. 'It's in my diary'
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 31 - 2/5/2009 9:31 AM |
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 32 - 2/5/2009 9:33 AM |
....So to finish the story here, I want to thank my dear friend, Rebecca, for the many years of fun that we had together. I want to say how much our time together as friends has meant to me and that I hope with all my heart that you and Garry have a wonderful life and that each day is joyful and blessed!
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| Post: AuntIna |
| ID: 33 - 2/7/2009 9:09 AM |
I have enjoyed reading this blog!
I believe that most good things in my life have come as a result and in answer to prayer.
I want to share my favorite prayer with everybody and hope that those who read it will get the same sense of peace that I get when I say it.
Saint Theresa's Prayer
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| Post: AuntIna |
| ID: 34 - 2/7/2009 9:10 AM |
May today there be peace within.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.
May you be confident knowing you are a child of God.
Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.
It is there for each and every one of us.
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| Post: Qmommy |
| ID: 35 - 2/8/2009 7:11 PM |
Greetings!
My favorite prayer!
The Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi.
Lord make me an intrument of your peace,
where there is hatred let me sow love,
where there is injury, pardon,
where there is doubt, faith,
where there is despair, hope,
where there is darkness, light,
where there is sadnesss, joy,
O Divine Master,
Grant that I may not so much seek,
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love,
for it is in giving,
that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
it is in dying,
(to selfishness and pride),
that we are born to eternal life.
Agape love and prayers to all!
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| Post: ASCHE500 |
| ID: 36 - 2/11/2009 10:42 AM |
Miracles - indeed you are - but, not as an individual ego, but as an expession of the supreme for the benefit of those in need - you are truely blessed as are those who identify with you. :)
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 37 - 2/13/2009 1:17 PM |
QMommy, I love that prayer and am so glad you posted it here!
And I absolutely agree with ASCHE500! Miracles are a wonderful expression of the divine and give hope to everyone witness to a miracle and the chain of events that miracles bring!
Thank you both for sharing here!
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| Post: AuntIna |
| ID: 38 - 2/19/2009 9:52 AM |
I got this one from a friend. It teaches a very important lesson in life about Not being judgemental.
...it is called:
A BABY'S HUG
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| Post: AuntIna |
| ID: 39 - 2/19/2009 9:52 AM |
We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, 'Hi.' He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.
I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map.
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| Post: AuntIna |
| ID: 40 - 2/19/2009 9:53 AM |
We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled..
His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists.
'Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster,' the man said to Erik.
My husband and I exchanged looks, 'What do we do?'
Erik continued to laugh and answer, 'Hi.'
Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man.
The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby.
Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room,
'Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek- a-boo.'
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| Post: AuntIna |
| ID: 41 - 2/19/2009 9:53 AM |
Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.
My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik,
who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum,
who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.
We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. 'Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,' I prayed
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| Post: AuntIna |
| ID: 42 - 2/19/2009 9:53 AM |
As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's 'pick-me-up' position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man.
Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder.
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| Post: AuntIna |
| ID: 43 - 2/19/2009 9:54 AM |
The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes.
His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time.
I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, 'You take care of this baby.'
Somehow I managed, 'I will,' from a throat that contained a stone.
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| Post: AuntIna |
| ID: 44 - 2/19/2009 9:54 AM |
He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain.
I received my baby, and the man said, 'God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift.'
I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, 'My God, my God, forgive me.'
I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not.
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 45 - 2/19/2009 10:25 AM |
I had an experience last weekend that I would like to share here.
I call it:
You Never Know Who is Watching
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 46 - 2/19/2009 10:26 AM |
Last Saturday I was riding the MetroLink which is a commuter train from Los Angeles to the suburbs in the Inland Empire which is about a hundred miles east of Los Angeles.
Isn’t it normal that once we get seated in a situation like that that we take a look at those around us and get a sense of who we are in the company of?
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 47 - 2/19/2009 10:26 AM |
In the seats in front of me on the train were three older women. Their animated conversation and friendly exchange made it evident that these three liked each other very much.
I enjoy gently observing situations like this because it gives me a feeling of being in the presence of good company. As I looked over the seat at the woman who was facing me (she was riding backwards but facing her friends), I noticed that she, the older of the three, was wearing a beautiful silver cross. You know, one that a Christian would wear to commemorate their faith. She was a lovely woman who was having a nice day and was apparently a Christian. How nice!
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 48 - 2/19/2009 10:26 AM |
The train had not yet left Union Station when all of a sudden a young man who was probably in his early twenties came by and asked for a hand-out of money because he said he had been sleeping in the station and someone had stolen his backpack that had his wallet in it and was trying to get enough money to get a ticket back to San Diego, which was home to him.
I opened my wallet and gave him a buck and he thanked me and moved onto the women in the seats in front of me.
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 49 - 2/19/2009 10:27 AM |
What amazed me was the nasty rebuke that was hurled at the young man for asking. It wasn’t just enough to not give him money but the woman with the cross on began to berate the young man as not even being on the correct train!
The young man gently apologized and moved on in his desperate search for cash but the incident stuck with me.
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 50 - 2/19/2009 10:27 AM |
I said to my friend who was traveling with me “You see the cross on that woman’s neck?” and he answered affirmatively. I said “it doesn’t matter if you wear a cross as jewelry if you don’t wear the message within your heart”.
So often in life it seems that we are confronted with a bum that apparently is just looking for a hand-out so he (or she) can get their next fix, whether it be drug or booze.
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 51 - 2/19/2009 10:27 AM |
But in situations like this, as a Christian I am reminded of the Lord’s words when he said:
On the last day, he will ask “ When I was hungry did you feed me and when I was naked did you clothe me?”
I wonder how many of the Sunday Christians carry this message in their hearts?
I wonder if the woman who scowled at the desperate young man realized that that very young man was someone’s child? How would she feel if her child was in a tough spot and when he most needed a kindness that all he got was a scornful rebuke?
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 52 - 2/19/2009 10:28 AM |
My greatest test of the moment as I observed all of this was to not indulge in judging her but this much I can safely say: I would not want to know her nor have anything to do with her and as a matter of fact, the people she was with were equally repugnant to me by association to her.
You never know who is watching what you do. But remember always that you never know if you are being asked for a kindness by an Angel who is testing the generosity of your spirit.
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 53 - 2/19/2009 10:28 AM |
Our journey to the Lord’s Kingdom is a day to day thing.
I believe that we get there one act of kindness at a time.
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| Post: Qmommy |
| ID: 54 - 2/20/2009 12:25 PM |
Greetings,
Let your light shine in 2009!
Amen and amen!
Moreover, to be very specific: who of us is immune or doesn't know someone or many individuals who
are in dire straits, totally overwhelmed and impoverished right now due to situations and/or circumstances beyond their own control. Loss of loved one in the Iraq War, loss of home, job, auto, health care, 401K; diseases of alcoholism, drug addictions, diabetes,anorexia, bulimia, obesity(gluttony), cancer, heart attacks, strokes, mental, physical, emotional, spiritual, financial illnesses,etc.
"WJD," What Would Jesus Do?
" For I was hungry and you gave you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me...
whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me."
Matthew 25:35-40.
Can we make a difference?
Yes,we can!
Each one can reach one!
HE has the whole world in HIS HANDS...
However,sometimes we can be HIS hands and feet extended to our human brother or sister inspiring,
motivating,encouraging,comforting offering hope and help to whosoever seems or appears in that crystal clear moment in time hopeless and helpless?
Isn't that why Jesus came to show us how to unconditionally love, accept and forgive one another as HE unconditionally loves, accepts and forgives each
one of us...HIS humans created,IN HIS IMAGE?
Selah!Pause and calmly reflect!
Agape love and prayers to all!
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 55 - 3/4/2009 5:25 PM |
I loved this one!
Lets call it:
"She maketh herself coverings of tapestry."
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 56 - 3/4/2009 5:25 PM |
The story is told of Bob --- Bob had lived a long life, and at the age of 83 died. His next awareness was his presence in heaven, standing before the Lord. Around him he could see scores of other people who had also recently arrived, and as one they knelt before their Creator.
In front of Bob was placed a large pile of colored squares with symbols and writing. He noticed that there were stacks of squares before the other people also. An Angel sat before each person, sewing the quilt squares together into a tapestry. Bob realized as he watched the quilt grow into a tapestry that it represented his life on earth.
As the Angel took each piece of cloth off his pile, Bob noticed how ragged and empty most of the squares were. They were filled with holes, and some of them had hardly any cloth left. Many of the squares were labeled with the difficult times or the challenges and temptations he had faced in his life.
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 57 - 3/4/2009 5:26 PM |
He saw the hardships that he had endured, which were the largest holes of all. Bob noticed that the quilt of the man next to him was filled with great colors and patterns, and there were hardly any holes in the cloth at all. He glanced around to see what the other's looked like. Nobody else had such ragged squares, and Bob was embarrassed to see how threadbare his was. As he watched his Angel sewed the ragged pieces of cloth together, he could only think that it was like binding air.
Finally the Angels had finished their assembly and presented the quilts to the person whose life was represented by them. The Angels instructed each person to hold the quilt high in the air and expose it to the light; the scrutiny of truth. One by one each person stepped forward and held their tapestry aloft in the light for God to see.
Bob watched as the quilts were held high. Many held a kaleidoscope of colors, and every now and then he saw light come through small holes. Their lives had been so full!
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 58 - 3/4/2009 5:27 PM |
Finally Bob's Angel looked at him and nodded for him to rise.
His gaze dropped to the ground in shame. He hadn't much by way of assets to show for his 83 years on earth. He had experienced love and laughter, but there had been difficult trials of illness, death, and false accusations. He had lost everything and started over several times, and had struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin again. He had spent many nights on his knees in prayer, asking for help and guidance in his life. He had often been ridiculed for being a Christian, which he had endured each time offering it up to the Father. And now, it was time to face the truth, and accept his life for what it had been.
He rose and slowly lifted the tapestry of his life to the light.
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 59 - 3/4/2009 5:27 PM |
A collective gasp filled the air. He looked at the people and saw them staring at his tapestry with their eyes wide open. Then, he looked upon the quilt before him, and saw light blazing through the many holes, and in the center of the light was the face of Christ! And then the Lord stood before him, with warmth and love in His eyes.
He said, "Bob, every time you gave over your life to Me, it became My life, My hardship, and My struggle. Each hole in your quilt represents a time when you stepped aside and let Me shine through, until there was more of Me than there was of you.
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 60 - 3/4/2009 5:27 PM |
I asked you to love Me --- and you did unconditionally.
I asked you to love your enemy --- and you did with great forgiveness.
I asked you to spread the Good News --- and you did enthusiastically.
I asked you to worship My Father --- and you did with joy in your heart.
I asked you to accept Me as your personal Savior --- and you did humbly.
I asked you to be My presence on earth --- and you were the best example.
I asked you to lay your burdens at the foot of My Cross --- you did completely.
I asked you to rely on the Holy Spirit --- and you did hearing the still small voice.
You have done well, my good and faithful servant."
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 61 - 4/16/2009 3:53 PM |
I got this one today from a delightful person and I want to share it here:
THE OLD FISHERMAN
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 62 - 4/16/2009 3:53 PM |
Our house was directly across the street from the clinic entrance of Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to out-patients at the Clinic.
One summer evening as I was preparing supper, there was a knock at the door I opened it to see a truly awful looking man. 'Why, he's hardly taller than my eight-year-old, ' I thought as I stared at the stooped, shriveled body.
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 63 - 4/16/2009 3:54 PM |
But the appalling thing was his face, lopsided from swelling, red and raw Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, 'Good evening. I've come to see if you've a room for just one night. I came for a treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there's no bus 'till morning.'
He told me he'd been hunting for a room since noon but with no success; no one seemed to have a room. 'I guess it's my face. I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says with a few more treatments.. .'
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 64 - 4/16/2009 3:55 PM |
For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me: 'I could sleep in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus leaves early in the morning.' I told him we would find him a bed, but to rest on the porch. I went inside and finished getting supper. When we were ready, I asked the old man if he would join us. 'No thank you. I have plenty' And he held up a brown paper bag.
When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk with him a few minutes. It didn't take a long time to see that this old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body. He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her five children and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from a back injury.
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 65 - 4/16/2009 3:55 PM |
He didn't tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other sentence was prefaced with thanks to God for a blessing He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was apparently a form of skin cancer. He thanked God for giving him the strength to keep going.
At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children's room for him. When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded, and the little man was out on the porch.
He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said,
'Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a treatment? I won't put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a chair.' He paused a moment and then added, 'Your children made me feel at home. Grownups are bothered by my face, but children don't seem to mind.' I told him he was welcome to come again.
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 66 - 4/16/2009 3:56 PM |
And on his next trip he arrived a little after seven in the morning. As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them that morning before he left so that they'd be nice and fresh. I knew his bus left at 4 a.m. , and I wondered what time he had to get up in order to do this for us.
In the years he came to stay overnight with us there was never a time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables from his garden.
Other times we received packages in the mail, always by special delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed. Knowing that he must walk three miles to mail these and knowing how little money he had made the gifts doubly precious.
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 67 - 4/16/2009 3:56 PM |
When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a comment our next-door neighbor made after he left that first morning. 'Did you keep that awful looking man last night? I turned him away! You can lose roomers by putting up such people!'
Maybe we did lose roomers once or twice But, oh! If only they could have known him, perhaps their illness would have been easier to bear. I know our family always will be grateful to have known him; from him we learned what it was to accept the bad without complaint and the good with gratitude to God.
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 68 - 4/16/2009 3:57 PM |
Recently I was visiting a friend who has a greenhouse. As she showed me her flowers, we came to the most beautiful one of all, a golden chrysanthemum, bursting with blooms. But to my great surprise, it was growing in an old dented, rusty bucket. I thought to myself, 'If this were my plant, I'd put it in the loveliest container I had!'
My friend changed my mind. 'I ran short of pots,' she explained, 'and knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn't mind starting out in this old pail. It's just for a little while, till I can put it out in the garden.'
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 69 - 4/16/2009 3:57 PM |
She must have wondered why I laughed so delightedly, but I was imagining just such a scene in heaven. There's an especially beautiful one,' God might have said when he came to the soul of the sweet old fisherman. 'He won't mind starting in this small body.'
All this happened long ago -- and now, in God's garden, how tall this lovely soul must stand.
The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.'
Friends are very special. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear and they share a word of praise. Show your friends how much you care.
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 70 - 4/16/2009 4:00 PM |
Pass this on, and brighten someone's day.
Cut and paste the link to this blog (below) and maybe it will make someone smile:
www.areyouin.com/viewme/comments.aspx?mid=4383&typeid=3&sequence=3
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| Post: PerrynPanguitch |
| ID: 71 - 5/3/2009 3:13 PM |
A Teenager's View of Heaven
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| Post: PerrynPanguitch |
| ID: 72 - 5/3/2009 3:14 PM |
Brian's Essay: The Room...
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read 'Girls I have liked.' I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
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| Post: PerrynPanguitch |
| ID: 73 - 5/3/2009 3:14 PM |
A file named 'Friends' was next to one marked 'Friends I have betrayed.' The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird 'Books I Have Read,' 'Lies I Have Told,' 'Comfort I have Given,' 'Jokes I Have Laughed at .' Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: 'Things I've yelled at my brothers.' Others I couldn't laugh at: 'Things I Have Done in My Anger', 'Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.' I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than I expected... Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature
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| Post: PerrynPanguitch |
| ID: 74 - 5/3/2009 3:14 PM |
When I pulled out the file marked 'TV Shows I have watched', I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked 'Lustful Thoughts,' I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.
I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!' In insane frenzy I yanked the
file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
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| Post: PerrynPanguitch |
| ID: 75 - 5/3/2009 3:15 PM |
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it.. The title bore 'People I Have Shared the Gospel With.' The handle was brighter than those around it,seemed newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him..
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| Post: PerrynPanguitch |
| ID: 76 - 5/3/2009 3:15 PM |
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.
He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. 'No!' I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was 'No, no,' as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.
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| Post: PerrynPanguitch |
| ID: 77 - 5/3/2009 3:15 PM |
He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, 'It is finished.' I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
'I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. '-Phil. 4:13 'For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.' If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My 'People I shared the gospel with' file just got bigger, how about yours?
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 78 - 6/11/2009 9:44 AM |
Deuteronomy 28
28:1 “If you indeed obey the Lord your God and are careful to observe all his commandments I am giving you today, the Lord your God will elevate you above all the nations of the earth. 28:2 All these blessings will come to you in abundance if you obey the Lord your God: 28:3 You will be blessed in the city and blessed in the field. 28:4 Your children will be blessed, as well as the produce of your soil, the offspring of your livestock, the calves of your herds, and the lambs of your flocks. 28:5 Your basket and your mixing bowl will be blessed. 28:6 You will be blessed when you come in and blessed when you go out. 28:7 The Lord will cause your enemies who attack you to be struck down before you; they will attack you from one direction but flee from you in seven different directions. 28:8 The Lord will decree blessing for you with respect to your barns and in everything you do – yes, he will bless you in the land he is giving you.
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| Post: Miracles |
| ID: 79 - 6/11/2009 9:44 AM |
28:9 The Lord will designate you as his holy people just as he promised you, if you keep his commandments and obey him. 28:10 Then all the peoples of the earth will see that you belong to the Lord, and they will respect you. 28:11 The Lord will greatly multiply your children, the offspring of your livestock, and the produce of your soil in the land which he promised your ancestors he would give you. 28:12 The Lord will open for you his good treasure house, the heavens, to give you rain for the land in its season and to bless all you do; you will lend to many nations but you will not borrow from any. 28:13 The Lord will make you the head and not the tail, and you will always end up at the top and not at the bottom, if you obey his commandments. 28:14 But you must not turn away from all the commandments to either the right or left, nor pursue other gods and worship them.
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| Post: Matrix |
| ID: 80 - 6/16/2009 3:59 PM |
I read this and thought it would be a good entry here at Areyouin.
I hope you all enjoy it as I did...
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| Post: Matrix |
| ID: 81 - 6/16/2009 3:59 PM |
Written By Regina Brett, 90 years old, of The Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio
"To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me... It is the most-requested column I've ever written. My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:
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| Post: Matrix |
| ID: 82 - 6/16/2009 3:59 PM |
1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.
2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.
3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone...
4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.
5. Pay off your credit cards every month.
6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.
8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.
9. Save for retirement starting with your first pay check.
10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.
11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.
12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.
13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.
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| Post: Matrix |
| ID: 83 - 6/16/2009 4:00 PM |
15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.
16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.
17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.
18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.
19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.
20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.
21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.
22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.
23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.
24. The most important sex organ is the brain.
25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.
26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words "In five years, will this matter?".
27. Always choose life.
28. Forgive everyone everything.
29. What other people think of you is none of your business.
30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.
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| Post: Matrix |
| ID: 84 - 6/16/2009 4:00 PM |
31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
33. Believe in miracles.
34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.
35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.
36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.
37. Your children get only one childhood.
38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.
39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.
40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we would grab ours back.
41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
42. The best is yet to come.
43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
44. Yield.
45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.
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| Post: Qmommy |
| ID: 85 - 6/23/2009 6:30 AM |
Blessed to BE a Blessing!
A tattered life I did once live,
of loneliness and despair,
a hope of only happiness,
with someone who really cared.
A chance at life to find someone,
a true friend forever more,
to take my broken heart
and make it whole,
is what I am looking for.
To mend my heart in countless ways,
to finalize my dreams,
and give me all in life that's great,
much more than my life seems.
GOD offers hope and everlasting love
to you this very day,
a chance for eternal LIFE
and wipe ALL of your tears away!
St. John 14:1-3.
" Let not your heart be troubled, don't be troubled, you trust GOD. There are many rooms in my Father's home, and I am going to prepare a place for YOU. If this were not so, I would have told you plainly. When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I AM. And you know where I am going and how to get there."
New Living Translation BIBLE
GOD BLESS YOU ALL!
Agape Love and Prayers,
QMommy
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 86 - 7/30/2009 6:58 AM |
Beautifully put and well said, QMommy! I enjoyed that!
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 87 - 7/30/2009 6:58 AM |
Beautifully put and well said, QMommy! I enjoyed that!
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| Post: Roger |
| ID: 88 - 9/17/2009 7:23 AM |
A carrot, an egg, and a coffee bean...You will never look at a cup of
coffee the same way again. A young woman went to her mother and told her
about her life and how things were so hard for her She did not know how
she was going to make it and wanted to give up, She was tired of
fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one
arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and
placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she
placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she
placed ground coffee beans She let them sit and boil; without saying a
word.
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| Post: Roger |
| ID: 89 - 9/17/2009 7:23 AM |
In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the
carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and
placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a
bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see."
"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.
Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did
and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to
take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the
hard boiled egg.
Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter
smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What
does it mean, mother?"
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| Post: Roger |
| ID: 90 - 9/17/2009 7:24 AM |
Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same
adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in
strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the
boiling water, it softened and became weak.
The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid
interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became
hardened.
The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the
boiling water, they had changed the water.
"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?"
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| Post: Roger |
| ID: 91 - 9/17/2009 7:25 AM |
Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with
pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the
heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a
financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and
stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and
tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water,
the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it
releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when
things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation
around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest
do you elevate yourself to another level?
How do you handle adversity?
Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 92 - 12/4/2009 7:43 AM |
This one was sent to me by a friend and I wanted to share it here:
When installing a new software program, simply install the disk and follow the prompts. With each prompt there is a choice. Press CONTINUE or press END TASK NOW. Behind each command on this program is a language known only to the creator or other computer experts. To have full access to the program, the user does not need to understand the symbols or the language, but simply must obey the prompt, CONTINUE. If for any reason, the decision is made not to follow through with the prompts, press END TASK NOW, and that's the end of it. Shut down the computer and walk away from it.
There are times when the program runs with ease and everything works as designed. But then there are times when for NO reason at all something goes wrong with the program. Determining the problem is frustrating --- attempts at pounding on the keyboard, rebooting the computer, reloading the program or taking the computer apart fall way short.
Frustration overwhelms the situation --- there are three choices. Pick up the computer and throw it across the room, take it to a specialist for repair or buy a new one. Unfortunately I'll never understand why, when everything was going along just fine, all of a sudden my program crashed.
Many times that is the case in my life. I have a crash and can't make any sense out of what has happened. I search for answers --- I want them NOW! There is no logic or explanation. I angrily demand from God an answer. Why didn't HE intervene? Why did HE let this happen? Where was HE? I don't understand the program. And I never will until I reach glory! I am overwhelmed with grief and pain. What do I do? Even then I have two choices --- CONTINUE or END TASK NOW.
It is at this time that I must hit CONTINUE, and listen to the promptings of the Manufacturer --- My Creator. I wondered where God was when this happened. HE was exactly where HE was when His Son was hanging on the cross, as HE experienced the pain and agony of the separation from His Son.
The journey isn't over, the program keeps running, I don't understand what's going on in the background, I don't understand the language, but I CONTINUE pressing on. Because you see, the Programmer has all the answers, and even if HE tried to tell me, I wouldn't understand, because HE didn't program me to understand everything. HE programmed me to TRUST and OBEY, and if I keep pressing CONTINUE and keep listen |
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 93 - 12/4/2009 7:44 AM |
to HIS prompts; HIS program will run smoothly in me.
Father GOD,
Please help me to CONTINUE running your program in my life.
In the name of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.
Amen!
Thanks for sharing your thoughts and prayers, Bridgette!
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| Post: Qmommy |
| ID: 94 - 12/31/2009 8:01 AM |
NEW YEAR'S GREETINGS!
WIN IN 2010... PRECIOUS SOULS TO GOD'S KINGDOM! MAY 2010 BRING RESTORATION AND RECONCILIATION TO "ONE NATION UNDER GOD!" HAPPY NEW YEAR! GOD BLESS YOU ALL! PRAY FOR OUR PRESIDENT AND OUR TROOPS! PRAY GOD'S WORD: 2 CHRONICLES 7:14! "IF MY PEOPLE WHO ARE CALLED BY MY NAME WILL HUMBLE THEMSELVES, PRAY, SEEK MY FACE, TURN FORM THEIR WICKED WAYS, THEN I WILL HEAR FROM HEAVEN AND HEAL THEIR LAND!"
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| Post: Qdaddy |
| ID: 95 - 1/11/2010 4:07 PM |
May our country be healed and blessed!
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