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|Posted on October 6, 2011 at 12:10 AM||comments (2)|
This is a beautiful story and will pull at your heart strings. The author is unknown, and I hope you all enjoy this as I did when God sent this wonderful story to me.
I was walking around in a supermarket when i saw a cashier hand this little boy his money back, the boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'' The little boy turned to the old woman next to him,
''Granny, are yousure I don't have enough money?''
She replied, ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this, 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of himself. He was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she didn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll!'
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said, 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!' Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.'' 'My mommy loves white roses.'
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state of mind from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine, and in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
|Posted on October 9, 2010 at 11:08 PM||comments (2)|
I believe that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.
I believe that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I believe that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.
I believe that you can do something in an instant that will give you a heartache for life.
I believe that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.
I believe that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.
I believe that you can keep going, long after you can't.
I believe that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.
I believe that either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I believe that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.
I believe that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.
I believe that money is a lousy way of keeping score.
I believe that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.
I believe that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.
I believe that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.
I believe that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.
I believe that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.
I believe that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
I believe that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.
I believe that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.
I believe that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.
I believe that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.
I believe that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.
I believe that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.
I believe that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you you will find the strength to help.
I believe that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.
I believe that the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.
And I believe in true friendship, for I believe in you!
|Posted on October 5, 2010 at 9:42 PM||comments (0)|
A woman's daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with her mother. When the minister arrived, he found the woman lying in bed with her head propped up on two pillows. An empty chair sat beside her bed. The minister assumed that the woman had been informed of his visit.
"I guess you were expecting me," he said.
"No, who are you?" said the mother.
The minister told her his name and then remarked, "I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up.."
"Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden woman.
"Would you mind closing the door?"
Puzzled, the minister shut the door.
"I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the woman. "But all of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head. I abandoned any attempt at prayer," The old woman continued, "Until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me, Prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus. Here is what I suggest. Sit down in a chair; Place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see Jesus on the chair. It's not spooky because he promised, I will be with you always. Then just speak to him in the same way you're doing with me right now."
"So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day. I'm careful though. If my daughter saw me talking To an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm."
The minister was deeply moved by the story and Encouraged the old woman to continue on the journey. Then he prayed with her, anointed her with oil, and returned to the church.. Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her mama had died that afternoon.
"Did she die in peace" he asked?
"Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock, she called me over to her bedside, told me she loved me and kissed me on the cheek. When I got back from the store an hour later, I found her. But there was something strange about her death. Apparently, just before Mom died, she leaned over and rested her head on the chair beside the bed. What do you make of that?"
The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said, "I wish we could all go like that."
Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.
I asked God for water, He gave me an ocean.
I asked God for a flower, He gave me a garden.
I asked God for a friend, He gave me all of YOU...
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God.
The Author of this story is unknown.
|Posted on October 5, 2010 at 9:22 PM||comments (0)|
The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom. When he got ready for bed, Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar.
As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar. They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty.Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled.
I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar and admire the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate's treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window. When the jar was filled, Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank.
Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production. Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box, the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck.
Each and every time, as we drove to the bank, Dad would look at me hopefully. 'Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill, son You're going to do better than me. This old mill town's not going to hold you back.'
Also, each and every time, as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier, he would grin proudly 'These are for my son's college fund. He'll never work at the mill all his life like me.'
We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream cone. I always got chocolate. Dad always got vanilla. When the clerk at the ice cream parlor handed D ad his change, he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm. 'When we get home, we'll start filling the jar again.' He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. As they rattled around with a brief, happy jingle, we grinned at each other. 'You'll get to college on pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters,' he said. 'But you'll get there;
I'll see to that.'
No matter how rough things got at home, Dad continued to doggedly drop his coins into the jar. Even the summer when Dad got laid off from the mill,and Mama had to serve dried beans several times a week, not a single dime was taken from the jar.
To the contrary, as Dad looked across the table at me, pouring ketchup over my beans to make them more palatable, he became more determined than ever to make a way out for me. 'When you finish college, Son,' he told me, his eyes glistening, 'You'll never have to eat beans again - unless you want to.'
The years passed, and I finished college and took a job in another town. Once, while visiting my parents, I used the phone in their bedroom, and noticed that the pickle jar was gone. It had served its purpose and had been removed.
A lump rose in my throat as I stared at the spot beside the dresser where the jar had always stood. My dad was a man of few words, and never lectured me on the values of determination, perseverance, and faith. The pickle jar had taught me all these virtues far more eloquently than the most flowery of words could have done. When I married, I told my wife Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life as a boy.. In my mind, it defined, more than anything else, how much my dad had loved me.
The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born, we spent the holiday with my parents. After dinner, Mom and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa, taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. Jessica began to whimper softly, and Susan took her from Dad's arms. 'She probably needs to be changed,' she said, carrying the baby into my parents' bedroom to diaper her. When Susan came back into the living room, there was a strange mist in her eyes.
She handed Jessica back to Dad before taking my hand and leading me into the room. 'Look,' she said softly, her eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser. To my amazement, there, as if it had never been removed, stood the old pickle jar, the bottom already covered with coins. I walked over to the pickle jar, dug down into my pocket, and pulled out a fistful of coins.. With a gamut of emotions choking me, I dropped the coins into the jar. I looked up and saw that Dad, carrying Jessica, had slipped quietly into the room. Our eyes locked, and I knew he was feeling the same emotions I felt. Neither one of us could speak. This truly touched my heart. I know it has yours as well. Sometimes we are so busy adding up our troubles that we forget to count our blessings.Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life, for better or for worse.
God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for Good in others.
The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or touched - they must be felt with the heart
~ Helen Keller ~
- Happy moments, praise God.
- Difficult moments, seek God.
- Quiet moments, worship God.
- Painful moments, trust God.
- Every moment, thank God.
The Author of this story is unknown.
|Posted on December 20, 2009 at 11:32 PM||comments (6)|
If one wants to be in the light one has to go through the dark first.
If you want to be in the light (heaven) then you have to go through the darkness first (sin). As we are all born in sin and the devil has many tricks on this earth. We want to be in the light (God, Heaven) but the Darkness (Devil, evil) is always there trying to pull us in. However, through that darkness could be a bigger moral of understanding worth its weight in gold. Something that other's would cherish to know and up to the one who experienced it to pass that moral on. To beat the devil doesn't it make sense to understand his strategies (all of them). Such as a cop who goes undercover as a "lawbreaker" in order to get the bad person. One can go undercover into the dark in order to understand the dark ways to help those in the dark come out.
To define how we are using the word Dark/Darkness/Dark side doesn't have to mean only sin. It can mean the bad things that are happening in your life or that you have done in you life (sin).
To define how we are using the word Light means not only heaven but the also good things that happen in your life and the good things that you've done.
The phrase you have to make it to Heaven by going through Hell doesn't mean that when you die you go to Hell first to get to Heaven. It means that in order to h've good happen to you or to be good sometimes you have to go through bad things to get there.
Everybody in this world has been in the darkness (sinned, bad things happened, evil getting to them, etc.) and through the dark only to arrive in the light. Such as a black tunnel with a glimmer of light at the end.
When your in the dark and trying to get to the light sometimes you have to stay in the dark and listen to what it has to say before you get to the light. Meaning if your thriving to do good and walk with the Lord but the Devil is trying to pull you in perhaps you should take the time out to listen to him. Before you know it you will be walking with God. No matter how hard the Devil is pulling God is pulling just as hard (perhaps harder). This doesn't mean that you should, while in the dark, become a Satanist or anything along those lines. It only means that morals and good lessons can come in disguise. Such as if somebody loses their job a better one could be on its way and in order to appreciate the good things in life you have to understand and experience the bad things as well. Without suffering there would be no compassion.
This all is not that much different then being in the darkness to appreciate the light.
If one wants to be in the light one has to go through the dark first, you have to make it to Heaven by going through Hell, to live is to suffer but to survive is to find meaning within the suffering. All these phrases basically mean that bad things usually happen before good things. Ultimately you cannot appreciate the good without suffering and understanding the bad. Everybody appreciates the good but there would be no good without the bad.
Such as that dark tunnel that seems never ending. When you are in there it may seem like you want to give up and cannot understand how you got into the dark. But you can't give up because with every step you take it makes you that much closer to the light. Always remember that a journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step.
Written By D.A. Elliott and Melody Wilson ©2009
|Posted on November 10, 2009 at 2:26 AM||comments (2)|
Psalms 55:22 ~ Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous fall.
Friends are one of God's way of taking care of us.
This was written by a Metro Denver Hospice Physician:
I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die - I barely managed to coast into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. It wouldn't even turn over... Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the quickie mart building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a gas pump, so I got out to see if she was okay.
When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, and I picked it up to give it to her.. It was a nickel.
At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95..
I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept saying 'I don't want my kids to see me crying! ,'so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car.. She said she was driving to California and that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, 'And you were praying?' That made her back aw ay from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, 'He heard you, and He sent me.'
I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fueling, walked to the next door McDonald's and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little.
She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had not been able to make ends meet. She knew she wouldn't have money to pay rent Jan. 1, and finally, in desperation, had called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. They lived in California and said she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there.
So she packed up everything she owned in the car. She told the kids they were going to California for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there.
I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, 'So, are you like an angel or something?'
This definitely made me cry. I said, 'Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people.'
It was so incredible to be a part of someone else's miracle. And of course, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and got me home with no problem. I'll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won't find anything wrong.
Sometimes the angels fly close enough to you that you can hear the flutter of their wings...
Psalms 55:22 ' Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous fall.
Please show this to anybody you think may need some help. Here is a prayer to help you pray for them.
'Father, I ask You to bless all of my loved ones, co-workers, neighbors, strangers and anybody reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to their spirit this very moment.. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy. Where there is self doubt, release a renewed confidence through Your grace, In Jesus' precious name. Amen.'
When The Devil is knocking at the door, simply say... Jesus could you get that for me?
I hope everyone enjoyed this. I recieved the story in an email and I thought that it was worth posting here. I hope it touched your heart like it did mine.
|Posted on October 18, 2009 at 12:43 AM||comments (2)|
Hello all, I really wanted to express to everyone the importance of The Lord in our lives. He is everywhere and you can seek him at anytime within your own heart. If only you open it to him. One quote that I think everyone should here is this....
"I would rather believe in God and die finding out that it all wasn't real. Rather then not believe in God and die finding out that it all was real!"
I stress the fact that God is seeking everyone who ignore or do not hear his call. He wants to be in your life and change it. Some people just let the devil confuse them into thinking that other wrong things are true and real. Of coarse you may know I am a Christian. Of coarse you may also know that not everyone who calls themselves Christians act like it. But don't let that discourage into thinking all is like that.
Can you imagine what your paradise is? What would it look like? More importantly what would you feel when you go there? Ok now double that feeling by a thousand. That's what heaven is like.
I've heard a lot of people say that hell is on earth. Lets be real, nobody knows 100%. But I think its more like earth is the middle and there is much worse things in hell then here.
Whoever reads this please don't be angry if you disagree. I am merely a messenger. When it comes down to it is your own choice.
I've came across a part in the bible that reads...
"The Lord is my light and my salvation;
whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength
of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?"
This is saying that if you choose God you shall not be afraid anymore because good always defeats evil in the end. Its like if your in a battle with one of your own personal demons and you feel like you have nothing else to lean on and nobody cares. You are about to fall without the strength to stand. If you come to The Lord and ask for forgiveness of all your sins and if you mean it sincerely.... Then you will have an army of Angels following you with The Lord as the King.
Thank you all for taking the time out for reading this. Please feel free to add any comments you may have. Remember though, be respectful.
Written By: Melody Wilson 2009
|Posted on October 13, 2009 at 9:54 PM||comments (0)|
Photographed during the week of May 11, 2009
This is the sunset at the North Pole with the moon at its closest point.
A scene you will probably never get to see in person, so take a moment and enjoy God at work at the North Pole.
And, you also see the sun below the moon .
An amazing photo and not one easily duplicated. You may want To pass it on to others so they can enjoy it.
The Chinese have a saying that goes something like this:
'When someone shares with you something of value, you have an obligation to share it with others!'
|Posted on July 8, 2009 at 8:19 PM||comments (0)|
A fairytale without a happy ending is like a world without mystery. What is so special about a fairytale anyway? Is it because everything seems so perfect? Or no matter how bad things get you know that in the end it will all be ok... What happened to all the beliefs? Children aren't as adventurous as they once were. Also why do adults loose the ability to believe in the unknown? Maybe its all the bad in life gets to us after a while and a harsh and possibly unreal reality settles in. However what if everyone did believe? How many things would change? What would be different? These are probably the many questions of life that could possibly never be answered.
|Posted on June 25, 2009 at 10:00 PM||comments (5)|
When I heard I almost couldn't believe it. It was like an Uncle dieing. I remember when I was in elementary kids would ask me who my favorite singer was. I would always say Michael Jackson! Sometimes I would even get laughed at but it didn't change my mind. When somebody is on TV and in the public eye as a star over time people get close to them. Almost as if they are a part of your own family. I honestly feel like I lost a member of my own family or a very dear friend. Its so sad. I really want to write something about this man that is moving... So hopefully this is good because its not in me right now. I can hardly think. Watching Tv, searching the web. Michael is everywhere right now. He was working on a come back album which was going to be his last one. He was going to collaborate with some other singers and it was going to be great. I was really looking forward to it. I hope that people remember him for the loving, special, caring guy that he was and not for anything bad. I pray for him and sincerely hope that he is in Heaven with our Lord looking down at us. I am sure that he wouldn't want us to be sad but its very hard. Michael if you can see this right now you will be missed and like you hopefully knew your fans were like friends. We love you so and won't forget.
In remembrance of The King Of Pop, an icon and a special man.
<3<3 Michael Jackson <3<3
Love, Melody *(SecretMae)*
Banner Created By:: Melody Wilson 2009
|Posted on May 20, 2009 at 3:36 PM||comments (3)|
Note From SecretMae::
I recieved this in my email as a Forward. I had to share it because I think the thought of this is briliant. I hope everyone enjoys this as much as I do. Can you imagine how many other answers like these are in the bible waiting to be heard. I have a little Pocket bible sort of like this. In the begining it has references to pages that can help with your everyday life. I don't know who came up with this but they are smart and I thank them!
HANDY LITTLE CHART - GOD HAS A POSITIVE ANSWER:
YOU SAY GOD SAYS BIBLE VERSES
You say: 'It's impossible' God says: All things are possible (Luke 18:27)
You say: 'I'm too tired' God says: I will give you rest (Matthew 11:28-30)
You say: 'Nobody really loves me' God says: I love you (John 3:1 6 & John 3:34 )
You say: 'I can't go on' God says: My grace is sufficient (II Corinthians 12:9 & Psalm 91:15)
You say: 'I can't figure things out' God says: I will direct your steps (Proverbs 3:5- 6)
You say: 'I can't do it' God says: You can do all things ( Phil ippians 4:13)
You say: 'I'm not able' God says: I am able (II Corinthians 9:8)
You say: 'It's not worth it' God says: It will be worth it (Roman 8:28 )
You say: 'I can't forgive my self' God says: I Forgive you (I John 1:9 & Romans 8:1)
You say: 'I can't manage' God says: I will supply all your needs ( Phil ippians 4:19)
You say: 'I'm afraid' God says: I have not given you a spirit of fear (II Timothy 1:7)
You say: 'I'm always worried & frustrated' God says: Cast all your cares on ME (I Peter 5:7)
You say: 'I'm not smart enough' God says: I give you wisdom (I Corinthians 1:30)
You say: 'I feel all alone' God says: I will never leave you or forsake you (Hebrews 13:5)
PASS THIS ON. YOU NEVER KNOW WHO MAY BE IN NEED
The first sentence is pretty powerful!
God determines who walks into your life.....it's up to you to decide who you let walk away, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let go.'
Say this little prayer for anybody you know if you like.
Father......dear God, bless all my friends in whatever it is that you know they may need this day! And may their lives be full of your peace, prosperity and power as they seek to have a closer relationship with you. Amen.
|Posted on May 18, 2009 at 4:56 PM||comments (2)|
You are in your car driving home. Thoughts wander to the game you want to see or meal you want to eat, when suddenly a sound unlike any you've ever heard fills the air. The sound is high above you. A trumpet? A choir? A choir of trumpets? You don't know, but you want to know.. So you pull over, get out of your car, and look up. As you do, you see you aren't the only curious one. The roadside has become a parking lot. Car doors are open, and people are Staring at the sky. Shoppers are racing out of the grocery store. The Little League baseball game across the street has come to a halt. Players and parents are searching the clouds And what they see, and what you see, has never before been seen.
As if the sky were a curtain, the drapes of the atmosphere part. A brilliant light spills onto the earth. There are no shadows. None.
From every hue ever seen and a million more never seen. Riding on the flow is an endless fleet of angels. They pas s through the curtains one myriad at a time, until they occupy every square inch of the sky.
North.. South. East. West.
Thousands of silvery wings rise and fall in unison, and over the sound of the trumpets, you can hear the cherubim and seraphim chanting, Holy, holy, holy.. The final flank of angels is followed by twenty-four silver-bearded elders and a multitude of souls who join the angels in worship.
Suddenly, the heavens are quiet. All is quiet. The angels turn, you turn, the entire world turns and there He is.. Jesus.
Through waves of light you see the silhouetted figure of Christ the King. He is atop a great stallion, and the stallion is atop a billowing cloud. He opens his mouth, and you are surrounded by his declaration:
I am the Alpha and the Omega.
The angels bow their heads.. The elders remove their crowns... And before you is a Figure so consuming that you know, instantly you know: Nothing else matters.. Forget stock markets and school reports. Sales meetings and football games. Nothing is newsworthy.. All that mattered, matters no more.. For Christ has come.
Author Unknown Story sent to me in an email forward.
Faith, Love and the Lord Above is like the wind. I can't see it but I can feel it.
Note From SecretMae:
If you were standing in front of Jesus Christ right now would you be proud of the life you lived so far? Would you change something? Would you be able to look him in the eye and say that you have tried your best to be the good, faithful, and loving person he wants you to be? Most of all... how would you explain the wrongs you've done in your life? Could you? We've all done things wrong and probably will again. For its sin we were born in and the devil trying to break us down. But the way to be forgiven is through ,The Lord, our heavenly father. To learn more visit a local church or post a comment on this topic. However only nice respectful questions are welcome. If you don't have nothing nice to say then don't say anything at all. All other rude or mean comments will be deleted. By submitting your comment you agree to the terms and conditions located on the Guestbook and Contact Me pages.
|Posted on May 16, 2009 at 11:22 PM||comments (0)|
I recieved this recipe in an email as a forward and was at first suspicious of making it because I though. "A microwavable Home Made from Scratch cake in 3 minutes.... no there has to be a catch." But no there isn't one. Just as long as you use all of the ingridients and do what it says it will work good for you. I tried it and it worked great. It was good. My first try I seen it and thought that it wasn't done all the way so I put it back in the microwave a bit longer. That was a mistake. It overcooked it and made it hard. I also used Hot Chocolate Mix instead of Cocoa Powder. But it was ok just not a dark color like in the picture below. It tasted alright with the Hot Chocolate Mix but try it with both for yourself and see which one tastes better for you. Remember when you are microwaving it and the 3 minutes are up poke the top with a fork or knife gently. If it seems a bit runny to you then put it back in for another 30 seconds or untill a little firmer. Remember do not over cook because Microwaves have a tendency of making things hard if you overcook. Also what you see at the top of the mug will be the bottom of the cake. So it may look a little funny. I hope you enjoy making this and doctoring it up for your own liking. HINT:: I added Caramel on top of mine. Enjoy.
No Bake Chocolate Cake For One Or Two Recipe
(the pictures were in the email and the creator of this recipe is unknown.)
4 tablespoons flour
4 tablespoons sugar
2 tablespoons cocoa powder
3 tablespoons milk
3 tablespoons oil
3 tablespoons chocolate chips (optional)
A small splash of vanilla extract
1 large coffee mug(Microwave Safe)
Add dry ingredients to mug, and mix well. Add the egg and mix thoroughly.
Pour in the milk and oil and mix well..
Add the chocolate chips (if using) and vanilla extract, and mix again.
Put your mug in the microwave and cook for 3 minutes at 1000 watts.
The cake will rise over the top of the mug, but don't be alarmed!
Allow to cool a little, and tip out onto a plate if desired.
EAT ! (this can serve 2 if you want to feel slightly more virtuous).
|Posted on May 16, 2009 at 10:26 PM||comments (1)|
This was a forward I got in my email. I don't know exactly where this dog is from nor his owners. The pictures were in the email with the story below. I am not sure who wrote it but its a great and inspirational story. I had to put this up here in hopes that somebody will read it and maybe it will give them more hope in a situation they may be in. I hope it helps or at least gives you a smile. If you have a story to share about a dog or any animal that has effected your life in a good way and want to share then visit the page Hagrid's Memorial. Hagrid was my dog and its a small story on there about him. I hope you enjoy.
This is 'Faith'
This dog was born on Christmas Eve in the year 2002. He was born with 3 legs - 2 healthy hind legs and 1 abnormal front leg which had to be amputated. He of course could not walk when he was born. Even his mother didn't want him. His first owner also didn't think that he could survive. Therefore, he was thinking of 'putting him to sleep'.
By this time, his present owner, Jude Stringfellow, met him and wanted to take care of him. She was determined to teach and train this dog to walk by himself. Therefore she named him 'Faith'.
In the beginning, she put Faith on a surfing board to let him feel the movements. Later she used peanut butter on a spoon as a lure and rewarded for him for standing up and jumping around. The other dog at home also helped to encourage him to walk. Amazingly, only after 6 months, like a miracle, Faith learned to balance on his 2 hind legs and jumped to move forward. After further training in the snow, he now can walk like a human being.
Faith loves to walk around now. No matter where he goes, he attracts all kinds of people. He is now becoming famous on the international scene. He has appeared in various newspapers and on TV shows.
There is even one book entitled 'With A Little Faith' being published about him. He was even considered to appear in one of Harry Potter movies.
His present owner Jude Stringfellew has given up her teaching post and plans to take him around the world to preach that even without a perfect body, one can have a perfect soul'.
In life there are always undesirable things. Perhaps we can feel better about ourselves if we realize just how good we have it.
I hope this message will bring fresh new ways of thinking to everyone and that everyone can appreciate and be thankful for each beautiful day that follows. Faith is the continual demonstration of the Strength of Life.