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
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.
(by Audrey Hepburn)
God reminds us everyday.
Angel's help in every way.
Sent somewhere, from up above.
Sent to earth. For us to love.
Angels guide us through each day.
Each one so special.
In every way.
I dream of Angels.
Sent for me.
Fills my heart.
Fills with glee.
Then I dreamd of one to love.
Sent from somewhere, up above.
Found this page. And truth rings true.
That Angel sent to me, was you.
(© Judy Marsh)
I am me.
I am unique.
There's not another human being
in the whole world like me.
I have my very own fingerprints and
I have my very own thoughts.
I was not stamped out of a mold like a
Coca-Cola top, to be the duplicate of another.
I own all of me -- my body, and
I can do with it what I choose;
my mind, and all of its thoughts and ideas;
my feelings, whether joyful or painful.
I own my ideals,
I reserve the right to think and feel
differently from others and
will grant to others
their right to thoughts and feelings
not identical with my own.
I own all my triumphs and successes.
I own also all my failures and mistakes.
I am the cause of what I do and
am responsible for my own behavior.
I will permit myself to be imperfect.
When I make mistakes or fail,
I will know that I am not the failure --
I am still O.K. --
and I will discard
some parts of me that were unfitting
and will try new ways.
I will laugh freely and loudly at myself
-- a healthy self-affirmation.
I will have fun living inside my skin.
I will remember that the door to
everybody's life needs this sign:
I have value and worth.
I am me, and I am O.K.
(From Self Esteem,
by Virginia Satir)
"Why are you crying?" he asked his mom.
"Because I'm a mother," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His mom just hugged him and said,
"You never will!"
Later the little boy asked his father
why Mother seemed to cry for no reason.
"All mothers cry for no reason,"
was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man,
still wondering why mothers cry.
So he finally put in a call to God and
when God got on the phone the man said,
"God, why do mothers cry so easily."
God said, "You see son, when I made mothers
they had to be special.
I made their shoulders strong enough to
carry the weight of the world,
yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave them an inner strength to
endure childbirth and the rejection
that many times come from their children.
"I gave them a hardiness that allows them
to keep going when everyone else gives up,
and to take care of their families
through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
"I gave them the sensitivity to love their children
under all circumstances,
even when their child has hurt them very badly.
This same sensitivity helps them to make a
child's boo-boo feel better and
helps them share a teenager's anxieties and fears.
"I gave them a tear to shed.
It's theirs exclusively to use
whenever it's needed.
It's their only weakness.
It's a tear for mankind."
When Angels sense you need them
And Angels always do
They come, unseen, from everywhere
To help and comfort you.
They hover close beside you
Till all your cares are gone
Till they can see you're ready
Once again to carry on.
Then some of them may fly away
And take their gentle touch
To other hearts that need
The love of Angels very much.
But one, at least, stays with you
As your constant friend and guide,
For GUARDIAN ANGELS never leave
They're always at your side.
Don't cry little flower, please don't cry
Your beauty's not in vain
I know you feel life's passed you by
I know, I feel the same
A little seed left all alone
Upon the earth-to grow
Struggling, daily, to survive
For what, you do not know
No hand to touch your petals
No eyes will gaze upon
Or lips to softly whisper
That you're the special one
Don't cry little flower, please don't cry
Though I know your tears are true
For I've cried as many tears
To be wanted, just like you.
God didn't promise days without pain,
laughter without sorrow or sun without rain.
But God did promise strength for the day,
comfort for the tears and a light for the way,
And for all who believe in His kingdom above,
He answers their faith with everlasting love.
When I spill some food on my nice new dress,
Or maybe forget to tie my shoe,
Please be patient and perhaps reminisce
About the many Hours I spent with you.
When I taught you how to eat with care,
Plus tying laces and your numbers too.
Dressing yourself and combing your hair,
Those were precious hours spent with you.
So when I forget what I was about to say,
Just give me a minute or two,
It probably wasn't important anyway,
And I would much rather listen just to you.
If I tell the story one more time,
And you know the ending through and through,
Please remember your first nursery rhyme,
When I rehearsed it a hundred times with you.
When my legs are tired and it's hard to stand,
Or walk the steady pace that I would like to do,
Please take me carefully by my hand
and guide me now
As I so often did for you.
Friendship is a gift.
Don't lose it.
Friendship is a privilege.
Don't misuse it.
Friendship is a treasure.
Don't squander it.
Friendship is a blessing.
Don't rebuke it.
Friendship is a bond.
Don't break it.
Friendship is true.
Don't lie to it.
Friendship is love.
Don't hate it.
Friendship comes from God.
Living one day at a time
Enjoying one moment at a time
Accepting hardship as the
pathway to peace.
Taking, as He did, this
sinful world as it is
not as I would have it.
Trusting that He will make
all things right if I
surrender to His Will.
That I may be reasonably happy
in this life, and supremely
happy with Him forever in
When the day is too busy and
the voices too loud,
When there is too much on my mind
and too little in my heart,
When I plan too much for tomorrow
and explain too much about yesterday,
when faith is a Sunday word and
"Let's be practical" my motto through the week,
When I have hidden my true feelings inside
and then complained of being lonely
When I am quite hopelessly lost
and don't even have the sense to know it--
Be my good shepherd and my friend.
Gather up my jangled nerves,
my tensed muscles,
my anxious and fluttering heart.
Gather up my fearful heart
and hold it warmly in your hand.
Send life pulsing through it
like an irresistible flood.
Quicken me to a quivering blaze,
excited and alive.
But show me how to be quiet, too.
Teach me to be still.
In deep stillness let me rest.
Let silence surround me like a friend,
calming me and instructing me
with deeper wisdom from within.
When my day is too busy
and the voices are all too loud,
be my good shepherd and my friend.
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