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I'm Glad You're In My Dash
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone,
From the beginning...to the end.
He noted that first came her date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
(1934 - 1998)
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth...
And now only those who loved her,
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own;
The cars...the house..the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard...
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real,
And always try to understand
The way other people feel
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile..
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy's being read
With your life's actions to rehash...
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
If you have received this, it means that you are truly
Special
To the one that sent this to you.
I am glad that you're in my life and part of my dash.
Send this on to the ones you care about even if it
Means
Sending it back to the one who sent it to you...
From My dash to yours.
Laugh long, live long,
Yesterday is history
Tomorrow is a mystery
Today is a GIFT . . . That is why they call it the
Present.
GOD Bless You!!!
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone,
From the beginning...to the end.
He noted that first came her date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
(1934 - 1998)
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth...
And now only those who loved her,
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own;
The cars...the house..the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard...
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real,
And always try to understand
The way other people feel
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile..
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy's being read
With your life's actions to rehash...
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
If you have received this, it means that you are truly
Special
To the one that sent this to you.
I am glad that you're in my life and part of my dash.
Send this on to the ones you care about even if it
Means
Sending it back to the one who sent it to you...
From My dash to yours.
Laugh long, live long,
Yesterday is history
Tomorrow is a mystery
Today is a GIFT . . . That is why they call it the
Present.
GOD Bless You!!!
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Jellybean....
Black Jellybeans
By Margie Seyfer
I've never read an official study on the matter, but I've noticed that in animal shelters, black cats are the most overlooked. Black seems to be the least preferred of cat colors, ranking below all combinations of white, orange, gray, spotted and striped.
Black cats are still stereotyped as Halloween cats, creatures of bad luck, more appropriate on a witch's broomstick than curled up on your pillow. To make matters worse, in cages, black cats become close to invisible, fading into the dark shadows in the back of a stainless-steel cage.
For eleven years, starting when I was ten years old, I volunteered at an urban animal shelter. It always struck me as particularly unfair that, time after time, I'd get to know affectionate, adorable black cats, only to watch them be passed over by adopters merely because of their color. I assumed there was nothing that could be done.
One day, many years into my work at the shelter, I spent a few minutes petting a sweet, black half-grown kitten, who had been found as a stray and brought to the shelter. The slender thing purred warmly at my attention, gently playful as she patted my hand with one paw. I thought about what a shame it was that the kitten was already too big to be adopted on baby-kitten appeal alone, and so solidly black that most people wouldn't even pause in front of her cage.
I noticed there was no name written on the informational card on her cage. Since volunteers were welcome to name the strays that came to the shelter, I thought for a moment about what I could name this black kitten. I wanted to think of a name that could give the kitten the kind of appealing "color" that might encourage an adopter to take a second look. The name Jellybean popped into my head, and I wrote it on the card, just as I'd named thousands of cats in the past.
I was taken entirely by surprise when, later that afternoon, I overheard a woman walking through the cat room say, "Jellybean! What a wonderful name!" She stopped to look more closely at the kitten, now batting at a piece of loose newspaper in the cage. She asked me if she could hold Jellybean, and, as I opened the cage, I sheepishly admitted that the kitten didn't know her name, as I'd named her just hours before. I lifted her into the woman's arms, and the kitten leaned into the woman, looking up into her eyes with a purr of kitten bliss. After a few minutes, the woman told me that she'd like to adopt this black kitten, and, when the paperwork was approved a few days later, she took Jellybean home.
I was pleased, of course - adoptions were always what nourished my soul - but I chalked it up to a lucky break for one black kitten, and moved on.
I was surprised again a few weeks later when the woman came back to the shelter. She found me refilling water bowls in a cat room and said, "You were the one who helped me adopt that black kitten a few weeks ago, remember? Jellybean? I know you were the one who named her, and I've been wanting to stop back to thank you. She's the sweetest thing - I just love her to pieces. But I don't know if I would have noticed her if she hadn't had that great name. It just suits her perfectly. She's so bouncy and colorful - I know that sounds crazy. Anyway, I wanted to say thank you."
I told her I was touched that she had stopped by and thrilled to hear that Jellybean was doing well in her new home. Then I explained how I thought black cats were often unfairly overlooked and admitted the name had been my conscious attempt to get someone to notice a cat who would probably not have been adopted otherwise. She said, "Well, it worked! You should name all the black cats Jellybean."
I smiled politely at the suggestion, thinking to myself that this woman knew nothing of the harsh realities of animal shelters. Just because I named one kitten Jellybean and it had gotten adopted didn't mean anything - it had just been a stroke of luck. Black cats were still black cats, after all, and most people didn't want them.
As the day went on, I kept thinking about the woman's advice: "You should name all the black cats Jellybean." As crazy as it seemed, I decided I had nothing to lose. Pen in hand, I walked along the cages, looking for a black cat without a name. There was only one, a small black kitten alone in a cage, sleeping. I wrote "Jellybean" on its cage card. Later that afternoon, someone came along and said they'd like to adopt that little Jellybean. Well, I thought to myself, that wasn't really a fair test - it was so cute and tiny.
A few days later, a nameless black cat came along, fully grown. I named it Jellybean. It was adopted. Days later, another. Adopted. The process repeated itself enough times that, after a while, I had to admit that maybe there was some magic in the name, after all. It began to seem morally wrong not to name black cats Jellybean, especially ones who had a bounce in their step and a spark of joy in their eyes. Although I'd usually refrained from using the same name for more than one cat, after a while, my fellow volunteers ceased to be surprised when they came across another of my Jellybeans.
Of course, we'll need more far-reaching solutions to ensure that every cat has a home. But for my black Jellybeans, sitting in sunny windows, sniffing at ladybugs walking across the kitchen floor, snuggling in beds with their adopted people, a name made all the difference. "Jellybean" allowed some humans to see beyond a dark midnight coat into the rainbow of riches in a cat's heart.
Reprinted by permission of Dorian Solot (c) 2004 from Chicken Soup for the Cat Lover's Soul by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Marty Becker, D.V.M. and Amy D. Shojai. In ord er to protect the rights of the copyright holder, no portion of this publication may be reproduced without prior written consent. All rights reserved.
Black Jellybeans
By Margie Seyfer
I've never read an official study on the matter, but I've noticed that in animal shelters, black cats are the most overlooked. Black seems to be the least preferred of cat colors, ranking below all combinations of white, orange, gray, spotted and striped.
Black cats are still stereotyped as Halloween cats, creatures of bad luck, more appropriate on a witch's broomstick than curled up on your pillow. To make matters worse, in cages, black cats become close to invisible, fading into the dark shadows in the back of a stainless-steel cage.
For eleven years, starting when I was ten years old, I volunteered at an urban animal shelter. It always struck me as particularly unfair that, time after time, I'd get to know affectionate, adorable black cats, only to watch them be passed over by adopters merely because of their color. I assumed there was nothing that could be done.
One day, many years into my work at the shelter, I spent a few minutes petting a sweet, black half-grown kitten, who had been found as a stray and brought to the shelter. The slender thing purred warmly at my attention, gently playful as she patted my hand with one paw. I thought about what a shame it was that the kitten was already too big to be adopted on baby-kitten appeal alone, and so solidly black that most people wouldn't even pause in front of her cage.
I noticed there was no name written on the informational card on her cage. Since volunteers were welcome to name the strays that came to the shelter, I thought for a moment about what I could name this black kitten. I wanted to think of a name that could give the kitten the kind of appealing "color" that might encourage an adopter to take a second look. The name Jellybean popped into my head, and I wrote it on the card, just as I'd named thousands of cats in the past.
I was taken entirely by surprise when, later that afternoon, I overheard a woman walking through the cat room say, "Jellybean! What a wonderful name!" She stopped to look more closely at the kitten, now batting at a piece of loose newspaper in the cage. She asked me if she could hold Jellybean, and, as I opened the cage, I sheepishly admitted that the kitten didn't know her name, as I'd named her just hours before. I lifted her into the woman's arms, and the kitten leaned into the woman, looking up into her eyes with a purr of kitten bliss. After a few minutes, the woman told me that she'd like to adopt this black kitten, and, when the paperwork was approved a few days later, she took Jellybean home.
I was pleased, of course - adoptions were always what nourished my soul - but I chalked it up to a lucky break for one black kitten, and moved on.
I was surprised again a few weeks later when the woman came back to the shelter. She found me refilling water bowls in a cat room and said, "You were the one who helped me adopt that black kitten a few weeks ago, remember? Jellybean? I know you were the one who named her, and I've been wanting to stop back to thank you. She's the sweetest thing - I just love her to pieces. But I don't know if I would have noticed her if she hadn't had that great name. It just suits her perfectly. She's so bouncy and colorful - I know that sounds crazy. Anyway, I wanted to say thank you."
I told her I was touched that she had stopped by and thrilled to hear that Jellybean was doing well in her new home. Then I explained how I thought black cats were often unfairly overlooked and admitted the name had been my conscious attempt to get someone to notice a cat who would probably not have been adopted otherwise. She said, "Well, it worked! You should name all the black cats Jellybean."
I smiled politely at the suggestion, thinking to myself that this woman knew nothing of the harsh realities of animal shelters. Just because I named one kitten Jellybean and it had gotten adopted didn't mean anything - it had just been a stroke of luck. Black cats were still black cats, after all, and most people didn't want them.
As the day went on, I kept thinking about the woman's advice: "You should name all the black cats Jellybean." As crazy as it seemed, I decided I had nothing to lose. Pen in hand, I walked along the cages, looking for a black cat without a name. There was only one, a small black kitten alone in a cage, sleeping. I wrote "Jellybean" on its cage card. Later that afternoon, someone came along and said they'd like to adopt that little Jellybean. Well, I thought to myself, that wasn't really a fair test - it was so cute and tiny.
A few days later, a nameless black cat came along, fully grown. I named it Jellybean. It was adopted. Days later, another. Adopted. The process repeated itself enough times that, after a while, I had to admit that maybe there was some magic in the name, after all. It began to seem morally wrong not to name black cats Jellybean, especially ones who had a bounce in their step and a spark of joy in their eyes. Although I'd usually refrained from using the same name for more than one cat, after a while, my fellow volunteers ceased to be surprised when they came across another of my Jellybeans.
Of course, we'll need more far-reaching solutions to ensure that every cat has a home. But for my black Jellybeans, sitting in sunny windows, sniffing at ladybugs walking across the kitchen floor, snuggling in beds with their adopted people, a name made all the difference. "Jellybean" allowed some humans to see beyond a dark midnight coat into the rainbow of riches in a cat's heart.
Reprinted by permission of Dorian Solot (c) 2004 from Chicken Soup for the Cat Lover's Soul by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen, Marty Becker, D.V.M. and Amy D. Shojai. In ord er to protect the rights of the copyright holder, no portion of this publication may be reproduced without prior written consent. All rights reserved.
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Interrupted by Life
Yes, interruptions can be annoying, but they can also mean you are greatly loved.
By Bob Perks
Yes, interruptions can be annoying, but they can also mean you are greatly loved.
By Bob Perks
"I'll admit that I was angry," I said. "All I wanted was peace and quiet."
"You wanted to be left alone," my friend said.
"Yes! Well, I didn't want to be interrupted," I replied.
"You wanted to be left alone," he repeated.
I thought about what he was saying. I knew he was trying to make a point, and I just didn't want to hear it. I didn't respond to him and continued on with our normal conversation.
Later in the day I thought about what he was trying to say to me. "You wanted to be left alone," I repeated to myself.
Ron's point was clear. About a year ago he lost his wife after a long illness. They never had children, and he has been struggling with the emptiness in his life.
I had been complaining to him about my Sunday. One day out of my life when I just really wanted to do nothing. I didn't want to go anywhere. I didn't want to see anyone. I just wanted to...be left alone, I guess.
My wife and I went upstairs to put the television on and watch some old movies. We never really get to see them because either the phone rings or we fall into a deep sleep just minutes later.
But today I was determined not to be interrupted. "I just won't answer the phone," I declared.
About 10 minutes into my "peace and quiet" the phone rang. "Don't get it!" I said.
We didn't.
Five minutes later it rang again. I knew then that it had to be my son, Keith. He always calls twice. Maybe it's an obsessive-compulsive thing or just determination, but he always calls twice when we are out. The calls show up on our phone just minutes apart. I got up and grabbed the phone this time.
He could sense a bit of frustration in my voice, and I toned it down. I didn't want him to feel like I really didn't want to speak with him.
Afterwards, I crawled back into bed. Our dogs, Ricky and Lucy, often join us for a quick nap. They normally sleep through anything, but today every little sound made them bark. Ricky has a habit of getting down off the bed and then minutes later he will scratch at the bed or moan to let you know he needs you to get him back up again. He did it three times.
I had just settled down when the phone rang again. My wife said, "Forget it," but my curiosity made me answer it. It was my brother. He was trying out his new cell phone and wanted to give me the number. We talked and I felt bad for not wanting to answer the call. He makes me laugh. Today I needed to laugh. Not more than 15 minutes later the phone rang again. "You win!" I shouted. "I give up!" I grabbed the phone and almost yelled "Hello!" I heard the sweet voice of my neighbor from across the street. This was highly unusual for her to call at this time. I thought there might be a problem. "Bob, this is Grace. I just had to call you," she said.
"Yeah, like everyone else today!" I thought to myself.
"I just finished my lunch and I was sitting here looking out my window. Every time I do I say, You know you should call Bob and tell him.
"Tell me what?"
"I have been enjoying the beauty of your labor. Your flowers are wonderful, Bob. I sit here and enjoy my lunch just looking at those beautiful flowers you planted. Every time I do I say I should call and tell you. Well, as you and I know, life is all too unpredictable and much too short. So today I did it. Thanks, I love you, Bob!"
I thought back on that Sunday. My son called twice just to tell me about his day and to end the call with "I love you." This November 11th he will celebrate 10 years cancer free. You would think I'd appreciate his call any time of day.
My dogs barked and moaned while I was trying to sleep. Every day of my life they give me unconditional love any time I want it and never get angry when I interrupt their sleep.
My brother called. He made me laugh. It was just last week I was so very worried about him. I thought I was going to lose him. Hearing his voice should be music to my ears.
My neighbor, who depends on me to watch over her, called to tell me she loved me and to thank me for the beautiful flowers she sees each day. Her warm smile and welcome hugs fill the gap in my own life. She reminds me of my mother who died from cancer when I was 21 years old.
Seven interruptions in my day.
Seven blessings. I thank God that I don't have an uninterrupted life.
I'll think I'll give my friend a call. I know he doesn't want to be left alone.
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Trouble Tree...
I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had just finished a rough first day on the job: a flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric drill quit and his ancient one ton 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 the 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, those 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 and ask God to take care of them. 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 aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."
I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had just finished a rough first day on the job: a flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric drill quit and his ancient one ton 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 the 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, those 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 and ask God to take care of them. 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 aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."
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I got this one in an email from a friend of mine in Canada today, and it made me smile:
Why God Made Big Women
Dear God" I began, with my face hung down He answered back "Why the frown?"
"Why, may I ask did you make me this way?" "What way is that? What are you trying to say"
"My body, Dear Lord, My face, it's too square"
They are the wrong color, My eyes and my hair.
My hips are too wide, My belly too round.
When I look at my feet, I can't see the ground.
My thighs are so thick, My feet, they stick out.
My fingers my toes they are as big as a trout.
My eyes are too close, they're in the wrong place .
I'm loud sometimes, and bossy to boot, Sometimes I wish I was just born a mute.
The Lord, he just chuckled, as if it was funny,
"Dear Child, you will learn, thats more than plenty."
You're hair and your eyes, those things don't matter.
It's the size of your heart, and not if you get fatter.
You have the gifts that I've given to you. To cheer up your friends when they're feeling blue.
You make people laugh and forget all their sorrows. Those are the things that make more tomorrows.
Your children and family, I put in your care. Those are the reasons I put you there. You're smart and you're witty, people love you. Why can't you seem to love yourself too?
I thought a minute not sure what to say, Then into my mind popped events of the day.
"They laugh at me, you know, people who see me" they think it's funny, but it hurts, cant they see?
I've tried everything, to be as they say small and thin, in a petitie way.
The Lord looked at me, with a curious grin. He said with a smirk "Who said thin was in?"
I made you perfect the way that you are. Those magazines and models, they take it too far.
I made you bigger, because that's who you are.
There's nothing small about you my child. You are too grande to fit those things they call in.
To say you are grande is still putting it mild. You have a big heart, so full of love. You have deep emotions, no one can deny. You do things largely, everything with pride, your thoughts, your ideas, even the tears you cry.
I made you big.
That is a fact.
I made you like me.
Don't forget that.
You are too special to define and even harder to confine.
~ Author Unknown
Why God Made Big Women
Dear God" I began, with my face hung down He answered back "Why the frown?"
"Why, may I ask did you make me this way?" "What way is that? What are you trying to say"
"My body, Dear Lord, My face, it's too square"
They are the wrong color, My eyes and my hair.
My hips are too wide, My belly too round.
When I look at my feet, I can't see the ground.
My thighs are so thick, My feet, they stick out.
My fingers my toes they are as big as a trout.
My eyes are too close, they're in the wrong place .
I'm loud sometimes, and bossy to boot, Sometimes I wish I was just born a mute.
The Lord, he just chuckled, as if it was funny,
"Dear Child, you will learn, thats more than plenty."
You're hair and your eyes, those things don't matter.
It's the size of your heart, and not if you get fatter.
You have the gifts that I've given to you. To cheer up your friends when they're feeling blue.
You make people laugh and forget all their sorrows. Those are the things that make more tomorrows.
Your children and family, I put in your care. Those are the reasons I put you there. You're smart and you're witty, people love you. Why can't you seem to love yourself too?
I thought a minute not sure what to say, Then into my mind popped events of the day.
"They laugh at me, you know, people who see me" they think it's funny, but it hurts, cant they see?
I've tried everything, to be as they say small and thin, in a petitie way.
The Lord looked at me, with a curious grin. He said with a smirk "Who said thin was in?"
I made you perfect the way that you are. Those magazines and models, they take it too far.
I made you bigger, because that's who you are.
There's nothing small about you my child. You are too grande to fit those things they call in.
To say you are grande is still putting it mild. You have a big heart, so full of love. You have deep emotions, no one can deny. You do things largely, everything with pride, your thoughts, your ideas, even the tears you cry.
I made you big.
That is a fact.
I made you like me.
Don't forget that.
You are too special to define and even harder to confine.
~ Author Unknown
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I Am a "Kept" Woman .
You see, there were a few times when I thought I would lose my mind,
but GOD kept me sane. (Isa. 26:3)
There were times when I thought I could go no longer, but the LORD kept
me moving. (Gen 28:15)
At times, I've wanted to lash out at those whom I felt had done me
wrong, but the LORD kept my mouth shut. (Psa. 13)
Sometimes, I think the money just isn't enough, but GOD has helped me
to keep[FONT=Mono! type Corsiva] the lights on, the water on, the car paid, the house paid,
etc.., (Matt. [/FONT][FONT=Mono! type Corsiva]6:25[/FONT][FONT=Mono! type Corsiva] -34)
When I thought I would fall, HE [/FONT]kept me up. When I thought I was weak,
HE kept me strong! (I Pet. 5:7, Matt. 11:28-30)
I could go on and on and on, but I'm sure you hear me!
Praise the Lord and pass the filet mignon! I'm blessed to be " KEPT. "
Are you...or do you know a "kept" woman?
If so pass it on to her to let her know she is "Kept"
You see, there were a few times when I thought I would lose my mind,
but GOD kept me sane. (Isa. 26:3)
There were times when I thought I could go no longer, but the LORD kept
me moving. (Gen 28:15)
At times, I've wanted to lash out at those whom I felt had done me
wrong, but the LORD kept my mouth shut. (Psa. 13)
Sometimes, I think the money just isn't enough, but GOD has helped me
to keep[FONT=Mono! type Corsiva] the lights on, the water on, the car paid, the house paid,
etc.., (Matt. [/FONT][FONT=Mono! type Corsiva]6:25[/FONT][FONT=Mono! type Corsiva] -34)
When I thought I would fall, HE [/FONT]kept me up. When I thought I was weak,
HE kept me strong! (I Pet. 5:7, Matt. 11:28-30)
I could go on and on and on, but I'm sure you hear me!
Praise the Lord and pass the filet mignon! I'm blessed to be " KEPT. "
Are you...or do you know a "kept" woman?
If so pass it on to her to let her know she is "Kept"
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I am a ''kept'' woman and the daughter of the King of kings! Hallelujah! 
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Time-Tested Beauty Tips
For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone ...
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived,
reclaimed and redeemed and redeemed and redeemed. Never throw out anybody. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm. As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands. One for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone ...
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived,
reclaimed and redeemed and redeemed and redeemed. Never throw out anybody. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm. As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands. One for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
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I woke up early today, excited over all
I get to do before the clock strikes midnight.
I have responsibilities to fulfill today.
I am important.
My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.
Today I can complain because the weather is rainy, OR...
I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.
Today I can feel sad that I don't have more money, OR...
I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan
my purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.
Today I can grumble about my health, OR...
I can rejoice that I am alive.
Today I can lament over all that my parents didn't give me
when I was growing up, OR...
I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.
Today I can cry because roses have thorns, OR...
I can celebrate that thorns have roses.
Today I can mourn my lack of friends, OR...
I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new
relationships.
Today I can whine because I have to go to work, OR...
I can shout for joy because I have a job to go to.
Today I can complain because I have to go to school, OR...
Eagerly open my mind and fill it with new tidbits of knowledge.
Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework,
OR...
I can feel honored because the Lord has provided shelter
for my mind, body, and soul.
Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped.
And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.
What today will be like is up to me.
I get to choose what kind of day I will have!
Have a GREAT DAY my friend
OR...
maybe you have other plans.
~Author Unknown~
I get to do before the clock strikes midnight.
I have responsibilities to fulfill today.
I am important.
My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.
Today I can complain because the weather is rainy, OR...
I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.
Today I can feel sad that I don't have more money, OR...
I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan
my purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.
Today I can grumble about my health, OR...
I can rejoice that I am alive.
Today I can lament over all that my parents didn't give me
when I was growing up, OR...
I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.
Today I can cry because roses have thorns, OR...
I can celebrate that thorns have roses.
Today I can mourn my lack of friends, OR...
I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new
relationships.
Today I can whine because I have to go to work, OR...
I can shout for joy because I have a job to go to.
Today I can complain because I have to go to school, OR...
Eagerly open my mind and fill it with new tidbits of knowledge.
Today I can murmur dejectedly because I have to do housework,
OR...
I can feel honored because the Lord has provided shelter
for my mind, body, and soul.
Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped.
And here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.
What today will be like is up to me.
I get to choose what kind of day I will have!
Have a GREAT DAY my friend
OR...
maybe you have other plans.
~Author Unknown~
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So Little Time !!
So little time to say things
You would really like to say.
Before you even find the words,
The time just slips away.
So little time to do the things
You feel that you must do.
So treasure, like the purest gold,
The time God's given you.
So little time to dream your dreams
For youth has passed its prime;
And all too soon you realize,
That there's so little time.
So little time to reach the height
To which you've bound to climb;
For swiftly pass the years,
And there's so little time.
So little time to pass regrets;
And less, to make amends.
Yet God can heal the deepest wounds
In chosen, cherished friends.
So little time to share God's love
And beauty here on Earth;
And know, before His endless time,
Their meaning and true worth.
Oh, yes, there is so little time
To seek the hidden door
That opens up to heaven's time
Where time's forever more.
Written by:
BJ Morbitzer
©2005
So little time to say things
You would really like to say.
Before you even find the words,
The time just slips away.
So little time to do the things
You feel that you must do.
So treasure, like the purest gold,
The time God's given you.
So little time to dream your dreams
For youth has passed its prime;
And all too soon you realize,
That there's so little time.
So little time to reach the height
To which you've bound to climb;
For swiftly pass the years,
And there's so little time.
So little time to pass regrets;
And less, to make amends.
Yet God can heal the deepest wounds
In chosen, cherished friends.
So little time to share God's love
And beauty here on Earth;
And know, before His endless time,
Their meaning and true worth.
Oh, yes, there is so little time
To seek the hidden door
That opens up to heaven's time
Where time's forever more.
Written by:
BJ Morbitzer
©2005
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One day, one friend asked another,
"How is it that you are always so happy?
You have so much energy,
And you never seem to get down."
With her eyes smiling, she said,
"I know the Secret!"
"What secret is that?"
To which she replied,
"I'll tell you all about it,
But you have to promise to
Share the Secret with others."
"The Secret is this:
I have learned there is little I can do
In my life that will make me truly happy.
I must depend on God to make
Me happy and to meet my needs.
When a need arises in my life,
I have to trust God to supply
According to HIS riches.
I have learned most of the time
I don't need half of what I think I do.
He has never let me down.
Since I learned that 'Secret,' I am happy."
The questioner's first thought was,
"That's too simple!"
But upon reflecting over her own life
She recalled how she thought a bigger house
Would make her happy, but it didn't!
She thought a better paying job
Would make her happy, but it hadn't.
When did she realize her greatest happiness?
Sitting on the floor with her grandchildren,
Playing games, eating pizza or reading a story,
A simple gift from God.
Now you know it too!
We can't depend on people to make us happy.
Only GOD in His infinite wisdom can do that.
Trust HIM!
And now I pass the Secret on to you!
So once you get it, what will you do?
YOU have to tell someone the Secret, too!
That GOD in His wisdom will take care of YOU!
But it's not really a secret...
We just have to believe it and do it...
Really trust God!
"How is it that you are always so happy?
You have so much energy,
And you never seem to get down."
With her eyes smiling, she said,
"I know the Secret!"
"What secret is that?"
To which she replied,
"I'll tell you all about it,
But you have to promise to
Share the Secret with others."
"The Secret is this:
I have learned there is little I can do
In my life that will make me truly happy.
I must depend on God to make
Me happy and to meet my needs.
When a need arises in my life,
I have to trust God to supply
According to HIS riches.
I have learned most of the time
I don't need half of what I think I do.
He has never let me down.
Since I learned that 'Secret,' I am happy."
The questioner's first thought was,
"That's too simple!"
But upon reflecting over her own life
She recalled how she thought a bigger house
Would make her happy, but it didn't!
She thought a better paying job
Would make her happy, but it hadn't.
When did she realize her greatest happiness?
Sitting on the floor with her grandchildren,
Playing games, eating pizza or reading a story,
A simple gift from God.
Now you know it too!
We can't depend on people to make us happy.
Only GOD in His infinite wisdom can do that.
Trust HIM!
And now I pass the Secret on to you!
So once you get it, what will you do?
YOU have to tell someone the Secret, too!
That GOD in His wisdom will take care of YOU!
But it's not really a secret...
We just have to believe it and do it...
Really trust God!
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Just Imagine...
Just imagine for a second
That there's peace in every land
We, each as human beings reach out
And hold each other's hand.
Just imagine for a moment
If each country felt like kin
The feeling, oh so, powerful
Standing proud with every color skin.
Just imagine for a heartbeat
How quickly we could rid all hate
If compassion for each other
Is what we could relate.
Just imagine for a minute
That love rested in every soul
That each citizen on the earth
Prayed for peace and made the world whole.
Just imagine in our lifetime
We could spread hope throughout the land
Hope for peace throughout the world
Starting with our outstretched hand.
Just imagine....
Just imagine for a second
That there's peace in every land
We, each as human beings reach out
And hold each other's hand.
Just imagine for a moment
If each country felt like kin
The feeling, oh so, powerful
Standing proud with every color skin.
Just imagine for a heartbeat
How quickly we could rid all hate
If compassion for each other
Is what we could relate.
Just imagine for a minute
That love rested in every soul
That each citizen on the earth
Prayed for peace and made the world whole.
Just imagine in our lifetime
We could spread hope throughout the land
Hope for peace throughout the world
Starting with our outstretched hand.
Just imagine....
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"Mud Puddles and Dandelions"
When I look at a patch of dandelions, I see a bunch of
weeds that are going to take over my yard. My kids see
flowers for Mom and blowing white fluff you can wish on.
When I look at an old drunk and he smiles at me, I see a
smelly, dirty person who probably wants money and I look
away. My kids see someone smiling at them and they
smile back.
When I hear music I love, I know I can't carry a tune
and don't have much rhythm so I sit self consciously and
listen. My kids feel the beat and move to it. They sing
out the words. If they don't know them, they make up
their own.
When I feel wind on my face, I brace myself against it.
I feel it messing up my hair and pulling me back when I
walk. My kids close their eyes, spread their arms and
fly with it, until they fall to the ground laughing.
When I pray, I say thee and thou and grant me this, give
me that. My kids say, "Hi God! Thanks for my toys and my
friends. Please keep the bad dreams away tonight. Sorry,
I don't want to go to Heaven yet. I would miss my
Mommy and Daddy."
When I see a mud puddle I step around it. I see muddy
shoes and dirty carpets. My kids sit in it. They see
dams to build, rivers to cross and worms to play with.
I wonder if we are given kids to teach or to learn from?
No wonder God loves the little children!!
"Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may
look back and realize they were the big things."
I wish you mud puddles and dandelions...
--Author Unknown
When I look at a patch of dandelions, I see a bunch of
weeds that are going to take over my yard. My kids see
flowers for Mom and blowing white fluff you can wish on.
When I look at an old drunk and he smiles at me, I see a
smelly, dirty person who probably wants money and I look
away. My kids see someone smiling at them and they
smile back.
When I hear music I love, I know I can't carry a tune
and don't have much rhythm so I sit self consciously and
listen. My kids feel the beat and move to it. They sing
out the words. If they don't know them, they make up
their own.
When I feel wind on my face, I brace myself against it.
I feel it messing up my hair and pulling me back when I
walk. My kids close their eyes, spread their arms and
fly with it, until they fall to the ground laughing.
When I pray, I say thee and thou and grant me this, give
me that. My kids say, "Hi God! Thanks for my toys and my
friends. Please keep the bad dreams away tonight. Sorry,
I don't want to go to Heaven yet. I would miss my
Mommy and Daddy."
When I see a mud puddle I step around it. I see muddy
shoes and dirty carpets. My kids sit in it. They see
dams to build, rivers to cross and worms to play with.
I wonder if we are given kids to teach or to learn from?
No wonder God loves the little children!!
"Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may
look back and realize they were the big things."
I wish you mud puddles and dandelions...
--Author Unknown
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I ASKED FOR....
I asked for strength and God gave me difficulties to make me strong.
I asked for wisdom and God gave me problems to solve.
I asked for prosperity and God gave me brawn and brain to work.
I asked for courage and God gave me dangers to overcome.
I asked for patience God placed me in situations where I was forced to wait.
I asked for love and God gave me troubled people to help.
I asked for favors and God gave me opportunities.
I received nothing I wanted.
I received everything I needed.
MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED.
~~Author Unknown~~
I asked for strength and God gave me difficulties to make me strong.
I asked for wisdom and God gave me problems to solve.
I asked for prosperity and God gave me brawn and brain to work.
I asked for courage and God gave me dangers to overcome.
I asked for patience God placed me in situations where I was forced to wait.
I asked for love and God gave me troubled people to help.
I asked for favors and God gave me opportunities.
I received nothing I wanted.
I received everything I needed.
MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED.
~~Author Unknown~~
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"Mousetrap"
A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. "What food might this contain?"
He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.
Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning. "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"
The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it."
The mouse turned to the pig and told him, "There is a mousetrap in the house." The pig sympathized, but said, "I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers."
The mouse turned to the cow. She said "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose." So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap alone.
That very night a sound was heard throughout the house -- like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.
The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer's wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital, and she returned home with a fever.
Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient. But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock.
To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig. The farmer's wife did not get well; she died.
So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.
So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn't concern you, -- remember -- when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.
We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.
Each Of Us Is A Vital Thread In Another Person's Tapestry; Our Lives Are Woven Together For A Reason.
A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. "What food might this contain?"
He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.
Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning. "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"
The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it."
The mouse turned to the pig and told him, "There is a mousetrap in the house." The pig sympathized, but said, "I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers."
The mouse turned to the cow. She said "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose." So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap alone.
That very night a sound was heard throughout the house -- like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.
The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer's wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital, and she returned home with a fever.
Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient. But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock.
To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig. The farmer's wife did not get well; she died.
So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.
So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn't concern you, -- remember -- when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.
We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.
Each Of Us Is A Vital Thread In Another Person's Tapestry; Our Lives Are Woven Together For A Reason.
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