naelany: (tiggersniffle)
ok, so [ profile] rhiannontherose, I'm so copying from your LJ :P. It's all your own fault though..... *wipes tears away*.

Go read this story, but be warned. You may well need a hanky when you're done. I did...
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By T. D. Jakes
There are people who can walk away from you. And hear me when I
tell you this. When people can walk away from you: let them walk.
I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with
you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you,
staying attached to you. I mean hang up the phone.

When people can walk away from you let them walk. Your destiny is
never tied to anybody that left.
The bible said that, they came out from us that it might be made
manifest that they were not for us. For had they been of us, no
doubt they would have continued with us. [1 John 2:19]

People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they
are not joined to you, you can't make them stay. Let them go. And
it doesn't mean that they're a bad person it just means that their
part in the story is over. And you've got to know when people's
part in your story is over so that you don't keep trying to raise
the dead. You've got to know when it's dead. You've got to know
when it's over.
Let me tell you something. I've got the gift of good-bye. It's the
tenth spiritual gift, I believe in good-bye. It's not that I'm
hateful, it's that I'm faithful, and I know whatever God means for
me to have He'll give it to me. And if it takes too much sweat I
don't need it. Stop begging people to stay. Let them go!!!
If you are holding on to something that doesn't belong to you and
was never intended for your life, then you need to...LET IT GO!!!
If you are holding on to past hurts and pains...LET IT GO!!!

If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and see your
worth....LET IT GO!!!

If someone has angered you ....LET IT GO!!!
If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge...LET
IT GO!!!
If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction....LET IT
If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or
talents...LET IT GO!!!
If you have a bad attitude...LET IT GO!!!

If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better...LET IT
If you're stuck in the past and God is trying to take you to a new
level in Him....LET IT GO!!!

If you are struggling with the healing of a broken
relationship...LET IT GO!!!

If you keep trying to help someone who won't even try to help them
self...LET IT GO!!!

If you're feeling depressed and stressed.LET IT GO!!!

If there is a particular situation that you are so used to
handling yourself and God is saying "take your hands off of it,"
then you need to...LET IT GO!!!

Let the past be the past. Forget the former things. GOD is doing a
new thing for 2006!!!

Get Right or Get Left
Think about it, and then.LET IT GO!!!
"The Battle is the Lord's!
naelany: (godsmiling)
 Reading this article has me conflicted. Part of me is upset that the Pope of all people would ask where God was during WWII and why He didn't hear the people cry out. Why did He allow evil to triumph? Really, I have a hard time with this. God was there. I believe that with all my heart. I don't believe He "just let" everything happen. I believe that He was there for Jew and Christian alike (and whatever faith a person may or may not have had at the time). I believe that He gave strength, hope and courage to those who asked for it, those who needed it. Had He not been there, then things would've been much, much worse.
I know it's not quite the same (Ha! Understatement), but still. People asked the same thing with 9/11. "Where was God?" "Why did He allow the terrorists to hijack those planes and crash into the WTC?". He didn't "allow" it as such. Free will, which is us and not something He will meddle with. But, He was there with those who died, He took them home. He was there with those who survived. He was there with those who went into the wreckage to rescue others. I firmly believe that and hold to it. There's a song, sort of anyway, that came out not long after. I don't know who it is from, or what it's called. I've only ever heard it once, without learning this information. It is a voice, God's voice. Talking about where He was, how He was in the Stairwell with this and this person when they were running down the stairs. With this person as they called their loved ones to say goodbye from the plane. You get the picture, I think. It was a very powerful thing, and I wish I could get my hands on it. It so strongly showed me "where God is" in times like that.

However, on the flipside, I can understand why anyone would say that. Things like WWII and 9/11 are enough to shake anyone's faith. I hear it asked time and again, on many subjects. Heck, I heard it asked in my family when Dustin's dad died of cancer.
The answer, in this case? God was there to give Tim the strength he needed to get through the ordeal. To give him the time to say goodbye to his loved ones. He was there when Tim passed away, and He took him home, so that Tim could spend time with his parents. And He was there for us, to help us through out grief, and to be stronger for it. He was there to show me that He is there, and that I'm not alone. It was through Tim, 9/11 and a whole bunch of things that I learned about Him.
Where was God? He was waiting for me to find him. Where is He now? Right beside me, in my heart and all around me.
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Read only if you have time for God 

Let me tell you, make sure you read all the way to the bottom. I almost deleted this email but I was blessed when I got to the end.


God, when I received this e-mail, I thought...


I don't have time for this... And, this is really inappropriate during work. 

Then, I realized that this kind of thinking is... Exactly, what has caused lot of the problems in our world today. 

We try to keep God in church on Sunday morning... 

                  Maybe, Sunday night... 

And, the unlikely event of a midweek service. 

We do like to have Him around during sickness... 

And, of course, at funerals. 

However, we don't have time, or room, for Him during work or play... 

Because.. That's the part of our lives we think... We can, and should, handle on our own. 

May God forgive me for ever thinking... 

That... there is a time or place where.. 

HE is not to be FIRST in my life. 

We should always have time to remember all HE has done for us. 

If, You aren't ashamed to do this... 

Please follow the directions. 

Jesus said, "If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father." 

                                  Not ashamed? 

Pass this on ONLY IF YOU MEAN IT!! 

                    Yes, I do Love God. 

          HE is my source of existence and Savior. 

He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I will be nothing. But, with Christ, HE strengthens me. (Phil 4:13) 

This is the simplest test. 

If You Love God... And, are not ashamed of all the marvelous things HE has done for you...

  Send this to as many people as you have on your email list and the person who sent it to you! 

  I don't think I know 10 people who would admit they love Jesus. Do You love Him? 


                            THE POEM 

I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do. I had to hurry and get to work For bills would soon be due. So I knelt and said a hurried prayer, 

And jumped up off my knees. 

                        My Christian duty was now done 

                          My soul could rest at ease.

                          All day long I had no time 

To spread a word of cheer. No time to speak of Christ to friends, 

                          They'd laugh at me I'd fear. 

                        No time, no time, too much to do, 

                    That was my constant cry, 

                      No time to give to souls in need 

                  But at last the time, the time to die. 

I went before the Lord, I came, I stood with downcast eyes. For in his hands God held a book; It was the book of life. 

God looked into his book and said 

  "Your name I cannot find. 

I once was going to write it down... 

But never found the time" 

              Now do you have the time to pass it on? 

            Make sure that you scroll through to the end. 


                        Easy vs. Hard 


Why is it so hard to tell the truth but Yet so easy to tell a lie? 

Why are we so sleepy in church but Right when the sermon is over we suddenly wake up? 

Why is it so hard to talk about God but yet so easy to talk about nasty stuff? 

Why is it so boring to look at a Christian magazine, but yet so easy to look at a nasty one? 


Why is it so easy to delete a Godly e- ma il, but yet we forward all of the nasty ones? 

Why are the churches getting smaller but yet the bars and dance clubs are getting larger? 

Do you give up? Think about it .. Are you going to forward this, or delete it? 

Just remember-God is watching you. Prayer Wheel-Let's see the devil stop this one! 

Here's what the wheel is all about. When you receive this, say a prayer for the person that sent it to you.... 


                          That's all you have to do.... 


                          There is nothing attached.... 


                          This is so powerful.... 


                      Do not stop the wheel, please.... 


Of all the free gifts we may receive, Prayer is the very best one.... 

There are no costs, but wonderful rewards... GOD BLESS! 

May God keep you and bless you. If this doesn't give you chills, nothing will...this message is very true. Hope you are all as blessed as I was from this story. I wonder how many people will delete this without reading it because of the title on it? 

There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak..."I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there, son?" "Just some old birds," came the reply. 

"What are you gonna do with them?" I asked. 

"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time." "But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?" 

"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take 'em to them." 

The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those birds, son?" 

"Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!" 


                  "How much?" the pastor asked again. 

The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?" 

The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone. 

  The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free. 

Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story. 

One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"

            "What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked. 

Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"

"And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked. "Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly. "How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked 

"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don't want those people!!" 

                  "How much?" He asked again. 


Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life." 


                        Jesus said, "DONE!" 

                          Then He paid the price. 

  The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit. 

  Notes: Isn't it funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell. 

Isn't it funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes" in God). 

Isn't it funny how you can send a thousand jokes through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing?

Isn't it funny how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them. 

Isn't it funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what God thinks of me. 

I pray, for everyone who sends this to their entire address book, they will be blessed by God in a way special for them. 

And send it back to the person who sent it, to let them know that indeed it was sent out to many more.

(I think it's true for most of us, no matter what God or gods they believe in. This isn't just for Christians)
naelany: (ljtulip)
Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her "How could God let something like this Happen?" (regarding Katrina) 

Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said, "I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives. 

And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?"

In light of recent events...terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found recently) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK. 

Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school . the Bible says thou  shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK. 

Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK. 

Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves. 

Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW." 

Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell. Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says 
naelany: (godsmiling)
An interview with God. Go ahead and take a look ^_^
naelany: (beatitude)
This is just amazing, but be prepared to possibly cry. :) (and FYI, I don't give a hoot whether this is a true story or not, it's sweet and made me cry, so there)

Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to
help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling.
They found out that the new baby was going be a girl, and day after day, night after night,
Michael sang to his sister in mommy's tummy.
He was building a bond of love with his little sister before he even met her.
The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, an active member of the
Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee!
In time, the labor pains came.
Soon it was every five minutes, every three, every minute.
But serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of labor.
Would a C-section be required? Finally, after a long struggle, Michael's little sister was born.
But she was in very serious condition.
With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the
neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee.
The days inched by. The little girl got worse.
The pediatrician had to tell the parents there is very little hope.
Be prepared for the worst. Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot.
They had fixed up a special room in their house for their new baby but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral.
Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister.
I want to sing to her, he kept saying.
Week two in intensive care looked as if a funeral would come before the week was over.
Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care.
Karen decided to take Michael whether they liked it or not.
If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never see her alive.
She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU.
He looked like a walking laundry basket.
The head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed,
"Get that kid out of here now. No children allowed."
The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady
glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line.
"He is not leaving until he sings to his sister" she stated.
Then Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside.
He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live.
After a moment, he began to sing.
In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang:
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray."
Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond.
The pulse rate began to calm down and become steady.
"Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged Karen with tears in her eyes.
"You never know, dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away."
As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged,
strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr.
"Keep on singing, sweetheart." "The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping,
I dreamed I held you in my arms".
Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.
"Keep on singing, Michael." Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse.
Karen glowed. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
Please don't take my sunshine away..."
The next day...the very next day...the little girl was well enough to go home.
Woman's Day Magazine called it The Miracle of a Brother's Song.
The medical staff just called it a miracle.
Karen called it a miracle of God's love.
Life is good.
Have a Wonderful Day! 
naelany: (godsmiling)
Quote of the month

With hurricanes, tornado's, flooding, and severe t-storms tearing up the country from one end to another, the quote of the month is: Jay Leno:  "Are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?"
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We Have Witnessed

This week I've hoped for an inspiring comment to help us cope
with what's happened in London.  But you guys seem to have
forgotten us.

So may I?

We can only send our love and our sympathy to the victims and
their families and pray that they will find the strength to go

To all the people working in London, thank you so much for your
bravery in going to work on Friday, carrying on as normal.

We have heard of pregnant women who could have pulled a "sickie"
and nobody would have thought any the less of them but they have
gone to work as normal.

We have heard of people who could easily have cancelled their
trips to London, yet they have gone anyway.

We have seen the thousands and thousands of people who turned up
for the 60th remembrance day of World War II.

And all we can do, is applaud their courage, their bravery,
their guts.

Millions of people all making acts of bravery.

We'd didn't need words of inspiration, we have witnessed
inspirational deeds.

God bless London!

~A MountainWings Original by Helen Yewlett, United Kingdom~
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This is a must read. Don't let your day go on without reading this first, no
matter how busy you may be!!!

The Pink Dress

There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park.
Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad.
Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and
watched the people go by. She never tried to speak. She never said a word.
Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.

The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the
little girl would still be there. Yes, she was there, right in the very
spot where she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes.

Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl. For as we
all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children
to play alone. As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's
dress. It was grotesquely shaped. I figured that was the reason people just
passed by and made no effort to speak to her. Deformities are a low blow to
our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone
who is different. As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes
slightly to avoid my intent stare. As I approached her, I could see the
shape of her back more clearly.

She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form. I smiled to let her know
it was OK; I was there to help, to talk. I sat down beside her and opened
with a simple, "Hello"; The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a
"hi"; after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back.
We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty. I asked
the girl why she was so sad. The little girl looked at me with a sad face
said, "Because, I'm different"; I immediately said, "That you are!"; and
smiled. The little girl acted even sadder and said, "I know." "Little
girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent."

She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said,
"Really?" "Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all
people walking by." She nodded her head yes, and smiled.

With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her wings to
spread, then she said "I am. I'm your Guardian Angel," with a twinkle in
her eye. I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things.

She said, "For once you thought of someone other than yourself. My job here
is done;" I got to my feet and said, "Wait, why did no one stop to help an

She looked at me, smiled, and said, "Your the only one that could see me,"
and then she was gone. And with that, my life was changed dramatically.

So, when you think you're all you have, remember, your angel is always
watching over you.

Pass this to everyone that means anything at all to you. Make sure you send
it back to the person who sent it to you, to let them know you're glad they
care about you.
Like the story says, we all need someone...And, every one of your friends
is an Angel in their own way. The value of a friend is measured in the

I hope your Guardian Angel watches over you always.
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What you are is God's gift to you; what you do with yourself is your gift to God. Danish proverb. <-- I want to know what that is in Danish! In all my years there I have never heard of this one before, and my ex's father was a devout Christian. I like that saying though, very profound


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