But I still remember the last beautiful winter,
When the surroundings were all white and snowy.
But I am very glad and thankful,
That spring time finally came,
And soon lovely summer too!
Have a wonderful day everyone!
-Ruby Benz.
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Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
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If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
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Sometimes I ask the question, "My Lord, is this your will?"
It's then I hear you answer me, "My Precious Child... be still."
Sometimes I feel frustrated, cause I think I know what's best.
It's then I hear you say to me, "My Busy Child... just rest"
Sometimes I feel so lonely and I think I'd like a mate.
Your still small voice gets oh so clear and says, "My Child... please wait"
"I know the plans I have for you, the wondrous things you'll see;
If you can just be patient, Child, and put your trust in me.
I've plans to draw you closer. I've plans to help you grow.
There's much I do you cannot see and much you do not know.
But know This, Child... I LOVE YOU. You are Precious unto Me.
Before I formed you in the womb, I planned your destiny.
I've something very special I hope for you to learn.
The gifts I wish to give to you are gifts you cannot earn.
They come without a price tag, but not without a cost;
at Calvary, I gave My Son, so You would not be lost.
Rest Child, and do not weary of doing what is good.
I promise I'll come back for you just like I said I would.
Your name is written on my palm, I never could forget;
Therefore, do not be discouraged when my answer is... "Not Yet"
~Author Unknown~
for those whO hope in the Lord will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles.
They will run and not go weary, they will walk and not be faint.
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I had no Christmas spirit
when I breathed a weary sigh,
And looked across the table
where the bills were piled too high.
The laundry wasn't finished
and the car I had to fix,
My stocks were down another point,
the Dolphins lost by six.
And so with only minutes
till my son got home from school
I gave up on the drudgery
and grabbed a wooden stool.
The burdens that I carried
were about all that I could take,
And so I flipped the TV on
to catch a little break.
I came upon a desert scene
in shades of tan and rust,
No snowflakes hung upon the wind,
just clouds of swirling dust.
And where the reindeer should have stood
before a laden sleigh,
Eight Hummers ran a column
right behind an M1A.
A group of boys walked past the tank,
not one was past his teens.
Their eyes were hard as polished flint,
their faces drawn and lean.
They walked the street in armor
with their rifles shouldered tight,
Their dearest wish for Christmas,
just to have a silent night.
Other soldiers gathered,
hunkered down against the wind,
To share a scrap of mail and dreams
of going home again.
There wasn't much at all
to put their lonely hearts at ease,
They had no Christmas turkey,
just a pack of MREs.
They didn't have a garland
or a stocking I could see,
They didn't need an ornament
they lacked a Christmas Tree.
They didn't have a present
even though it was tradition,
the only boxes I could see
were labeled "ammunition."
I felt a little tug
and found my son now by my side,
He asked me what it was I feared,
and why it was I cried.
I swept him up into my arms
and held him oh so near
and kissed him on the forehead
as I whispered in his ear.
There's nothing wrong my little son,
for safe we sleep tonight,
Our heroes stand on foreign land
to give us all the right,
To worry on the things in life
that mean nothing at all,
Instead of wondering if we
will be the next to fall.
He looked at me as children do
and said it's always right,
to thank the ones who help us
and perhaps that we should write.
And so we pushed aside the bills
and sat to draft a note,
to thank the many far from home,
and this is what we wrote:
God Bless You all and keep you safe,
and speed your way back home.
Remember that we love you so,
and that you're not alone.
The gift you give you share with all,
a present every day,
You give the gift of liberty
and that we can't repay.
~Author Unknown~
adapted from: Mountain wings
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