Be thankful that you don't
already have everything you desire.
If you did, what would there be to look forward to?
Be thankful when you don't know something,
for it gives you the opportunity to learn.

Be thankful for the difficult times.
During those times you grow.
Be thankful for your limitations,
because they give you opportunities
for improvement.
Be thankful for each new challenge,
because it will build your strength and character.

Be thankful for your mistakes.
They will teach you valuable lessons.
Be thankful when you're tired and weary,
because it means you've made a difference.

It's easy to be thankful for the good things.
A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who
are also thankful for the setbacks.

Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.
Find a way to be thankful for your troubles,
and they can become your blessings.
(Author unknown)

If tears could build a stairway
and memories were a lane,
I would walk right up to heaven
to bring you home again.
No farewell words were spoken,
no time to say goodbye,
You were gone before I knew it,
and only God knows why.
My heart still aches in sadness
and secret tears still flow,
What it meant to lose you -
no one will ever know!
(unknown author)

A heart of gold stopped beating,
two shining eyes at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove,
He only takes the best.
God knows you had to leave us,
but you did not go alone-
for part of us went with you,
the day He took you home.
To some you are forgotten,
to others just part of the past,
but to those of us who loved and lost you,
the memory will always last.

There's something in a simple hug
That always warms the heart;
It welcomes us back home
And makes it easier to part.
A hug's a way to share the joy
And sad times we go through,
Or just a way for friends to say
They like you 'cause you're you.
Hugs are meant for anyone
For whom we really care,
From your grandma to your neighbor,
Or a cuddly teddy bear.
A hug is an amazing thing -
It's just the perfect way
To show the love we're feeling
But can't find the words to say.
It's funny how a little hug
Makes everyone feel good;
In every place and language,
It's always understood.
And hugs don't need new equipment,
Special batteries or parts -
Just open up your arms
And open up your hearts.

Freedom City is the home
It is based on the 7
When the stars of the cosmos align
Then we shall see the heavens

The 7 Questions will be asked
When that day arrives
It will sound out
Who is righteous, free, and divine

We will all meet
At the temple in a mass
Then the Keeper
of the City shall ask

The 7 questions
That every man, woman, & child should behold
These 7 questions
The 7 questions of the soul

"Who am I? What am I?
What am I 2 b?
How am I 2 get there?
And what shall become of me?"

"In the eyes of my maker,
Does he like what he sees?
And when 4ever becomes 4ever
Where will I b?"

Behold these 7 questions
All the answers you should know
4 these 7 questions
R the 7 Questions of the soul
(The Pleiade)

Ask what you will of the heavens
never really knowing
if your wish has come true
Wishing for things you can see
and seeing nothing in front of you
The treasures beyond the clouds
have always been there
Angels hold their arms open
waiting for you to see and to share
Waiting for the kindness,
the goodness and the laughter of a child
Having to turn their backs to greed,
bitterness and temptations of the wild

The treasures have always been there
Open your minds,
your hearts
and your eyes will soon be aware
The treasures have always been there!
(Ouiji)

We are connected,
My child and I, by
An invisible cord
Not seen by the eye.
It's not like the cord
That connects us 'til birth
This cord can't be seen
By any on Earth.
This cord does it's work
Right from the start.
It binds us together
Attached to my heart.
I know that it's there
Though no one can see
The invisible cord
From my child to me.
The strength of this cord
Is hard to describe.
It can't be destroyed
It can't be denied.
It's stronger than any cord
Man could create
It withstands the test
Can hold any weight.
And though you are gone,
Though you're not here with me,
The cord is still there
But no one can see.
It pulls at my heart
I am bruised...I am sore,
But this cord is my lifeline
As never before.
I am thankful that God
Connects us this way
A mother and child
Death can't take it away!
(unknown)

Love speaks to us in myriad ways:
It whispers on the wind;
It laughs among the falling leaves of autumn;
It sighs as rain washes softly on our faces.
Love speaks to us in blazing sunsets;
When soft morning mist dews the fields;
When an infant smiles;
When an elderly couple hold hands.
Love drifts on endless tides;
Across countries and over boundaries;
Along mountain tops;
And dipping valleys.
Love calls to us in gentle rebuke;
When lovers quarrel;
When injustice prevails;
And harm is done.
Love waits for us at every turn;
Waiting to be recognized;
Waiting to be felt;
Eager to be confronted.
Love is in each of us;
No matter the color;
No matter the race;
No matter the road we take.
Love is eternal;
Love is blind;
Love is in the air;
And you have found it.
Love can be held;
Love can be forever;
All you need to do is remember this:
Love is all we truly need.
(Charlotte Boyett Compo)

Because we do not know when we will die,
we get to think of life
as an inexhaustible well.
And yet everything happens
only a certain number of times.
And a very small number really!

How many more times will you remember
a certain afternoon of your childhood,
an afternoon that is so deeply
a part of your being, that, you
can't even conceive of your life, without it?
Perhaps four?
five times more?
perhaps not even that!

How many more times will you
watch the full moon rise?
Perhaps, twenty!
But yet it all seems limitless.
(unknown)

Sometimes when I'm afraid
I imagine I can fly
I imagine I'm a bird
Way up there in the sky.
And when I am up in the sky
floating on with my wings
I look down upon the world
and look at all the things
All the things that scare me
look so tiny from up there
nothing seems quite big enough
to even give a care
And then I think of God
and how He might see me
and though I am important
I'm just a drop within the sea
He doesn't see the bad in me
He only sees the good
He can't see what I can't do
but only what I could
And all the things that scare me
just seem to melt away
for I know that I am stronger now
'Cause I Survived today.
That's all that I can hope for
just another day to be
another day to share my hope
with people just like me.
And everyday I share my hope
and share the things I know
my fear just shrinks and shrinks and shrinks
And I just grow and grow.
(Lynn D. DeForest)

We need another and a wiser and perhaps
a more mystical concept of animals.
Remote from universal nature,
and living by complicated artifice,
man in civilization surveys the creature
through the glass of his knowledge
and sees thereby a feather magnified
and the whole image in distortion.
We patronize them for their incompleteness,
for their tragic fate of
having taken form so below ourselves.
And therein we err, and greatly err.
For the animal shall not be measured by man.
In a world older and more complex than ours,
they move finished and ompletely,
gifted with extensions of the senses
we have lost or never attained,
living by voices we shall never hear.
They are not brethren, they are not underlings;
they are other nations,
caught with ourselves in the net of life and time;
fellow prisoners of the spendour
and travail of the earth.
(The Outer Most House,
by Henry Beston, 1928)

Life is so uncertain, this we all may know....
No one knows the time or day,
when they'll have to go.
Though now our time has come to leave you
to face this world alone...
These promises we make you,
to give you strength to carry on.
When the sunlight awakens you,
we'll be there too.
When the moon shines on your pillow...
we'll be shining on you.
We'll be in the cooling breeze,
as it rustles through the trees..
we'll be in the pouring rain,
as it hits your window pane.
When darkness dims your vision,
close your eyes and look above
we'll be standing right beside you.
You will always have our love
May peace and comfort be upon you..
hold close our memories
For in our hearts we know that
no matter where you go...
Is where we'll always be.

When the good Lord was creating Fathers,
he started with a tall frame.
A female angel nearby said,
"What kind of a Father is that?
If you're going to make children so close
to the ground,
why have you put the Father up so high?
He won't be able to
shoot marbles without kneeling,
tuck a child in bed without bending,
or even kiss a child without stooping"

God smiled and said,
"Yes, but if I make him child size,
who would children have to look up to?"
And when God made a Father's hands,
they were large.

The angel shook her head and said,
"Large hands can't manage diaper pins,
small buttons, rubber bands on pony tails,
or even remove splinters
caused from baseball bats."

Again God smiled and said,
"I know, but they're large enough
to hold everything a small boy
empties from his pockets,
yet small enough
to cup a child's face in them."
Then God molded long slim legs
and broad shoulders.

"Do you realize you just made
a Father without a lap?"
The angel chuckled.

God said, "A Mother needs a lap.
A Father needs strong shoulders
to pull a sled, to balance a boy
on a bicycle, or to hold a sleepy head
on the way home from the circus."

When God was in the middle
of creating the biggest feet
anyone had ever seen,
the angel could not contain
herself any longer.
"That's not fair.
Do you honestly think
those feet are going to get out of bed
early in the morning when the baby cries,
or walk through a birthday party
without crushing one or two of the guests?"

God again smiled and said,
"They will work. You will see.
They will support a small child who wants
to ride to Branbury Cross or
scare mice away from a summer cabin,
or display shoes that will be
a challenge to fill."

God worked throughout the night,
giving the Father few words,
but a firm authoritative voice;
eyes that see everything,
but remain calm and tolerant.
Finally, almost as an after thought,
He added tears.
Then he turned to the angel and said,
"Now are you satisfied he can love
as much as a Mother can?"
The angel said nothing more.
(Erma Bombeck)

He was just a little lad,
and on the week's first day.
He was wandering home from Sunday School,
and dawdling on the way.
He scuffed his shoes into the grass;
he found a caterpillar;
He found a fluffy milkweed pod,
and blew out all the "filler."
A bird's nest in a tree o'er head
so wisely placed on high,
Was just another wonder
that caught his eager eye.
A neighbor watched his zigzag course,
and hailed him from the lawn;
Asked him where he'd been that day,
and what was going on.
"I've been to Bible school" he said, and
turned a piece of sod.
He picked up a wiggly worm and said,
"I've learned a lot of God."
"A very fine way," the neighbor said,
"for a boy to spend his time."
"If you'll tell me where God is,
I'll give you a brand new dime."
Quick as a flash his answer came!
Nor were his accents faint.
"I'll give you a dollar, Mister,
if you'll tell me where God ain't!"
(author unknown)

What do you see nurses, what do You see?
Are you thinking when you are Looking at me -
A crabbit old woman, not very Wise,
Uncertain of Habit, with far-away Eyes.
Who dribbles her food and makes No reply
When you say in a loud voice --
"I do wish you'd try."
Who seems not to notice the
Things that you do.
And forever is losing a stocking
Or a shoe.
Who unresisting or not, lets you
Do as you will.
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
Is that what you are thinking --
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse, you're
Not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still:
As I use at your bidding, as I eat
At your will,
I'm a small child of ten with a Father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another.

A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet.
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet;
A bride soon at twenty - my heart gives a leap.
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep;

At twenty-five now I have young of my own,
Who need me to build a secure, happy home;
A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last;

At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn.
At fifty, once more babies play round my knee.
Again we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead,
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own.
And I think of the years
and the love that I've known.

I'm an old woman now and nature is cruel -
Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body it crumbles, grace and vigor depart
There is now a stone where I once had a heart:

But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells.
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living life over again.

I think of the years all too few - gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, nurses, open and see
Not a crabbit old woman, look closer -- see ME!

Creator, teach me to be patient -
with life, with people, and with myself.
I sometimes try to hurry things along too much,
and I push for answers before the time is right.
Teach me to trust Your sense of timing
rather than my own and to surrender my will
to Your greater and wiser plan.

Help me let life unfold slowly,
like the small rose bud
whose petals unravel bit by bit,
and remind me that in hurrying the bloom along,
I destroy the bud
and much of the beauty therein.
Instead, let me wait
for all to unfold in its own time.
Each moment and state of growth
contains a loveliness.
Teach me to slow down enough to appreciate
life and all it holds.

To let go doesn't mean to stop caring;
It means I can't do it for someone else.
To let go is not to cut myself off....
It's the realization that
I can't control another.....
To let go is not to enable,
but to allow learning
from natural consequences.
To let go is to admit powerlessness,
which means the outcome
is not in my hands.
To let go is not to try and change
or blame another,
I can only change myself.
To let go is not to care for,
but to care about.
To let go is not to fix,
but to be supportive.
To let go is not to judge,
but to allow another to be a human being.
To let go is not to be
in the middle arranging all the outcomes,
but to allow others
to affect their own outcomes.
To let go is not to be protective,
It is to permit another to face reality.
To let go is not to deny, but to accept.
To let go is not to nag, scold, or argue,
but to search out my own shortcomings
and correct them.
To let go is not to adjust everything
to my desires,
but to take each day as it comes
and cherish the moment.
To let go is not to criticize and regulate anyone,
but to try to become what I dream I can be.
To let go is not to regret the past,
but to grow and live for the future.
To let go is to fear less and love more.

The legend of the raindrop
Has a lesson for us all
As it trembled in the Heavens
Questioning if it should fall

For the glistening raindrop argued
By the genie of the sky
I am beautiful and lovely
As a sparkle here on high
And hanging here I will become
Part of the rainbow's hue

And I'll shimmer like a diamond
For all the world to view
But the genie told the raindrop
"Why do you hesitate to go?"

For you will be more beautiful
If you fall to earth below
For you will sink in the soil
And be lost awhile from sight

But when you reappear on earth
You will be looked upon with delight
For you will be the raindrop
That quenched the thirsty ground
And helped the lovely flowers
To blossom all around

And in your resurrection
You'll appear in queenly clothes
With the beauty of the sky
And the fragrance of the rose

For there is nothing lost
Or eternally neglected
For everything God ever made
Is always resurrected

So trust God's all wise wisdom
And doubt the Father never
For in His Heavenly Kingdom
There is nothing lost forever
(Author unknown)

That’s how I tell you I love you;
That’s how I show you I care;
That’s how I say all you mean to me
That’s how I say what I feel.
(Charles David Heineke, 1993)

Some say that angels come from God,
Borne here on wings snow white,
To touch some human being’s life
While on their heavenly flight.

That may be true, for so it seems
To happen, now and then.
Some heavenly being reaches down
To touch the hearts of men.

But there’s another kind of gift
That comes from God to men.
It happens when a human heart
Is filled with love again.

And this can happen any time,
On any given day,
If human hearts will hear Love’s call
And let Love have its way.

But human hearts are often shy,
And fear what men would say.
They also fail to see how Love
Could use them in this way.

And so they miss the chance to be
Somebody’s Angel when
A caring word, a thoughtful deed
Would’ve brought love back again.

So listen, friend, and heed Love’s call
To help someone in need.
Somebody’s Angel, on this day,
Just may be you or me.
(Charles David Heineke, 1989)

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