This is from when I went to India… but I still agree…

Sunday, 6th of January, 2008

Something on the Heart

We live in a world today which is content on looking only after themselves, and their kind.  However, we should not look after only the people around us, but as Jesus says in Matthew 28:18-20 - “Go out into all the World and preach the gospel”  Is it not God’s desire for us as a world to unite as one?  To not care what colour we are, what language we have, or disease we carry, but to just love each other?…

Was it not Jesus, who went into a place where leprosy, a disease, like the black plague - where people just stayed as far away as possible from, would occur?  And was it not Jesus, who whould eat with the tax collectors, and people of the lowest caste, not caring what their physical appearance was, but what was on the inside?

So I ask you… Shouldn’t we, in today’s world, instead of worrying what people think of us, befriend people of all kind, treating them, as we would treat our own family and friends? 

We were not placed on this Earth to fight and hate each other, but to be there for all people, letting Christ shind through us!

Her hair was up in a pony tail
her favorite dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy’s Day at school,
and she couldn’t wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
of why he wasn’t there today.

But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called
a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
a man who wasn¹t there



Where’s her daddy at?”
She heard a boy call out.
She probably doesn’t have one,”
another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
“Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day.”

The words did not offend her,
>as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,

who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.

“My Daddy couldn’t be here,
 because he lives so far away.
 But I know he wishes he could be,
 since this is such a special day.

 And though you cannot meet him,
 I wanted you to know.
 All about my daddy,
 and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
 and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I’m not standing here alone.

“Cause my daddy’s always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he’ll forever be in my heart”

With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favourite dress

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.

I love my daddy very much,
he’s my shining star.

nd if he could, he’d be here,
>but heaven’s just too far

You see he was a policeman
and died just this past year
hen airplanes hit the towers
and taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it’s like he never went away.”
And then she closed her eyes,
and saw him there that day.


And to her mothers amazement,
he witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.



Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
hey saw him at her side.

“I know you’re with me Daddy,”
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.

hey say it takes a minute to find a special person,

an hour to appreciate them,

a day to love them,

but then an entire life to forget them.

The smell
of rain

A cold
March wind danced around the dead of night in
Dallas as the doctor walked into the small
hospital room of Diana Blessing. She was still
groggy from surgery.

Her
husband, David, held her hand as they braced
themselves for the latest news.

That
afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had
forced Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo
an emergency Cesarean to deliver the couple’s
new daughter, Dana Lu Blessing.

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At 12 
inches long and weighing only one pound nine
ounces, they already knew she was perilously
premature.

Still, the
doctor’s soft words dropped like bombs.

‘I don’t
think she’s going to make it,’ he said, as
kindly as he could.

‘There’s
only a 10-percent chance she will live through
the night, and even then, if by some slim chance
she does make it, her future could be a very
cruel one’

Numb with
disbelief, David and Diana listened as the
doctor described the devastating problems Dana
would likely face if she survived.

She would
never walk, she would never talk, she would
probably be blind, and she would certainly be
prone to other catastrophic conditions from
cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation,
and on and on.

‘No! No!’
was all Diana could say.

She and
David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had
long dreamed of the day they would have a
daughter to become a family of four.

Now,
within a matter of hours, that dream was
slipping away

But as
those first days passed, a new agony set in for
David and Diana. Because Dana’s underdeveloped
nervous system was essentially ‘raw’, the
lightest kiss or caress only intensified her
discomfort, so they couldn’t even cradle their
tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the
strength of their love.

All they
could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the
ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and
wires, was to pray that God would stay close to
their precious little girl.

There was
never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger.

But as the
weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of
weight here and an ounce of strength there.

At last,
when Dana turned two months old. her parents
were able to hold her in their arms for the very
first time.

And two
months later, though doctors continued to gently
but grimly warn that her chances of surviving,
much less living any kind of normal life, were
next to zero, Dana went home from the hospital,
just as her mother had predicted.

Five years
later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young
girl with glittering gray eyes and an
unquenchable zest for life.

She showed
no signs whatsoever of any mental or physical
impairment. Simply, she was everything a little
girl can be and more. But that happy ending is
far from the end of her story.

One
blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near
her home in Irving , Texas , Dana was sitting in
her mother’s lap in the bleachers of a local
ball park where her brother Dustin’s baseball
team was practicing.

As always,
Dana was chattering njava-script with her mother
and several other adults sitting nearby when she
suddenly fell silent Hugging her arms across her
chest, little Dana asked, ‘Do you smell that?’

Smelling
the air and detecting the approach of a
thunderstorm, Diana replied, ‘Yes, it smells
like rain.’

Dana
closed her eyes and again asked, ‘Do you smell
that?’

Once
again, her mother replied, ‘Yes, I think we’re
about to get wet. It smells like rain.’

Still
caught in the moment, Dana shook her head,
patted her thin shoulders with her small hands
and loudly announced,

‘No, it
smells like Him.

It smells
like God when you lay your head on His chest.’

Tears
blurred Diana’s eyes as Dana happily hopped down
to play with the other children.

Before the
rains came, her daughter’s words confirmed what
Diana and all the members of the extended
Blessing family had known, at least in their
hearts, all along.

During
those long days and nights of her first two
months of her life, when her nerves were too
sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding
Dana on His chest and it is His loving scent
that she remembers so well.

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‘Lord
please, take care of the person who is reading
this message, their family and their special
friends. I love them very much’ The love of
God is like the ocean, you can see its
beginning, but not its end.

________________________

ANGELS
EXIST but some times, since they don’t all have
wings, we call them FRIENDS.

Today signalled to me the beginning of a forty day journey, a forty day commitment, forty days of healing, perspective and forgiveness. Today was Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent, a time to recommit to Christ.

Faith is not always happy. Not in my experience anyway. In times of crisis, I believe you can go one of two ways. The first, I guess, might be considered the more favourable. Sometimes, when you’re losing control, losing grip with reality, that sense of the infinite can be of great comfort. To realise, that

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Even though I’ve gone through a lot of faith stumbling phases, and am going through one now, I know that Jesus is sovereign. 

I look at creation and see His masterpiece.

I look at His young children and see innocense and happiness and individuality.

I look to the cross and I see Him.

Byron Bay was a huge faith stumbling block for me. I started doubting my own faith, and it wasn’t until last night that I concluded all those doubts as fiction.

This is something I wrote at Byron… what I believed after the second spiritual conversation I’ve ever been fully involved in and after this guy made me question everything I once thought was the only truth.

WHAT DO I BELIEVE? (30/11)

I believe…

That God created the Earth.

That the big bang did not happen by itself.

That God loves us… maybe…

That He sent His only Son into the World, so that we may have a personal relationship with Him.  This was allowed because Jesus’ death on the cross bridged the separation between us and God. 

That there is a Saviour… And His name is Jesus. This seems stupid.

That God heals… sometimes…

And with the conversation with the guy, I also was having thoughts (some I’ve had before and some were new) of:

“Well what if Christianity isn’t the way? I mean buddhists say their way is the only way to eternal glory, same as muslims, same as hindus… so who says that Christianity is the only way?”

“Why does God allow pain, and hopeless lives to occur, so tragic, causing pain in people’s lives?  If He was a caring God, why doesn’t He do something more about it”.

etc.

But last night as I laid in bed trying to go to sleep, I felt the constant tug of doing Quiet Times once again, and I was mentally going “I can’t! I need sleep.  I have a full day of work tomorrow. I need sleep. Go away God!”.  And when I said those words, closed the door, it hurt. I felt guilt. I felt loneliness… but I also felt exhaustion.  It made me realise that if the God I believe in, the God of Abraham, David, Moses and Jesus, wasn’t the only existing God, or rather wasn’t the right existing God, then I wouldn’t have felt the way I did last night.  So I think that even when everything is shouting at you to believe the religion that is hot in the media, or popular, or being evangelised and promoted the most, it doesn’t mean that it’s the right religion.  God tugged those strings, and I personally know from experience that my God is the right God!

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happyharryhardon:

So I was minding my own business,
and felt a tingling itch,
in the tip of my finger.

I looked down,
and spotted an emergence.
I picked at the tiny red bit,
and pulled.
I am astonished as the tiny artery tears through my skin,
but it does not hurt.
And I continue,
throughout my hand and up my arm they rip through my flesh,
like corroded wires torn from the walls of an old house,
until its completeness is pulled from my body,
and before me stands an odd creature.
I thought it trembling,
but was only the violent surges from it’s heart.

And we stood facing each other,
for an unknown length of time,
until it spoke.

It said,
So how does it feel to have no heart and only a mind?

I thought for a moment and replied,
It’s good. I feel free. I can finally let myself go.

And I asked,
So how does it feel to have no mind and be all heart?

It said,
It’s good. I feel free. I can finally let myself go.

HOW HAVE I NOT SEEN THIS BEFORE?! it is amazing. it makes my heart ache, in a beautiful kind of way.

 Wow…

Make  sure you read all the way down to the last  sentence. 
(Most  importantly the last  sentence)  

There  once was a little boy who had a  bad temper.  His Father gave him a bag of  nails and  told him that every time he lost  his temper,  he must hammer a nail into the  back of  the fence. The first day the boy  had driven  37 nails into the fence. Over the  next few  weeks, as he learned to control  his anger,  the number of nails hammered  daily gradually  dwindled down. He  discovered it  was easier to hold his temper than  to drive  those nails into the  fence.  Finally  the day came when the boy  didn’t lose  his temper at all. He told his  father about  it and the father suggested that  the boy  now pull out one nail for each day  that he  was able to hold his  temper.  The  days passed and the young boy was  finally able  to tell his father that all the  nails were  gone. The father took his son by  the hand  and led him to the fence He said,  ”You  have  done well, my son, but look at  the holes  in the fence. The fence will never  be the  same. When you say things in  anger,  they  leave a scar just like this one.  You can  put a knife in a man and draw it  out.  It  won’t matter how many times you say  I’m sorry,  the wound is still there. ” A  verbal wound  is as bad as a physical  one. Friends  are very rare jewels, indeed.  They make  you smile and encourage you to  succeed.  They  lend an ear, they share words of  praise and  they always want to open their hearts to  us.”  

It’s  National Friendship Week. Show  your  friends  how much you care. Send this  to  everyone  you consider a FRIEND, even  if  it  means sending it back to the person  who  sent  it to you. If it comes back to  you,  then  you’ll know you have a circle of  friends. 

YOU  ARE MY FRIEND AND I AM  HONOuRED! 
Now  send this to every friend you  have!!
And  to your  family.  

Please  forgive me if I have ever left a  hole.

givesmehope:

4 months ago I was diagnosed with Alopecia. A month later I had lost all of my hair.

I was scared to come to school because I thought everyone would stare at me.

The next morning I heard a knock on my door and ten of my friends were standing on my porch with freshly shaved heads.

Two of them were girls. They’re the best friends ever. GMH

I didn’t say more than 5 words for the whole 2 and a bit hours home… it was weird, for me anyway, I talk a lot. Too much.

But it gave me time to think.

Some of these thoughts were good, but alas some of these were bad. 

Part of me wished I could have a recorder in my head to transcribe these thoughts onto paper.

Picking up a pen, would’ve just been too much effort, even though it was tempting to write some negative pessimistic opinions of myself upon my arms and legs, labelling what I feel everyone should know.  But I didn’t.

After this trip, a friend came up to me, and said something that opposed everything that I had thought. It was as if she could read every thought in my mind that had transgressed in those two hours, and it was as if she could see the hidden tears… it was God-maz-n.

Although I couldn’t tell her much about what was going on, as I have no idea what that is, and have also learnt it’s better to zip your lips than let the flood gates roll, it was nice to just have a hug (initiated by the other person first) that seemed to speak, loud and clear, “You don’t need to say anything… I’m here”