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Need a pick me up? Need something to inspire you? Feeling like there’s no hope? Well then you’re in the right place... A place to be inspired and AMAZED... (Yes it’s a pun... and yes... it’s ok to laugh...) This thread is for those bleak days when you’re feeling hopeless. I stole this idea from ForeverHers. He has a link in his signature line to an archived thread that has inspirational stories in it. The thread name was: Timely stories for days when things seem bleak. I know that thread meant a lot to me and I’d like to continue that tradition for everyone here who’s having a rough day. Alot of the stories have come from http://www.mountainwings.com/
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LUCY =====
When a tornado touched down in a small town nearby, many families were left devastated. Afterward, all the local newspapers carried many human-interest stories featuring some of the families who suffered the hardest.
One Sunday, a particular picture especially touched me. A young woman stood in front of a totally demolished mobile home, an anguished expression twisting her features.
A young boy, seven or eight years old, stood at her side, eyes downcast. Clutching at her skirt was a tiny girl who stared into the camera, eyes wide with confusion and fear.
The article that accompanied the picture gave the clothing sizes of each family member. With growing interest, I noticed that their sizes closely matched ours. This would be a good opportunity to teach my children to help those less fortunate than themselves.
I taped the picture of the young family to our refrigerator, explaining their plight to my seven-year-old twins, Brad and Brett, and to three-year-old Meghan.
"We have so much, and these poor people now have nothing," I said. "We'll share what we have with them."
I brought three large boxes down from the attic and placed them on the living room floor. Meghan watched solemnly as the boys and I filled one of the boxes with canned goods and other nonperishable foods, soap and other assorted toiletries.
While I sorted through our clothes, I encouraged the boys to go through their toys and donate some of their less favorite things. Meghan watched quietly as the boys piled up discarded toys and games.
"I'll help you find something for the little girl when I'm done with this," I said.
The boys placed the toys they had chosen to donate into one of the boxes while I filled the third box with clothes.
Meghan walked up with Lucy, her worn, faded, frazzled, much- loved rag doll hugged tightly to her chest.
She paused in front of the box that held the toys, pressed her round little face into Lucy's flat, painted-on-face, gave her a final kiss, then laid her gently on top of the other toys.
"Oh, Honey," I said. "You don't have to give Lucy. You love her so much."
Meghan nodded solemnly, eyes glistening with held-back tears. "Lucy makes me happy, Mommy. Maybe she'll make that other little girl happy, too."
Swallowing hard, I stared at Meghan for a long moment, wondering how I could teach the boys the lesson she had just taught me. For I suddenly realized that anyone can give their cast-offs away. True generosity is giving that which you cherish most.
Honest benevolence is a three-year-old offering a treasured, albeit shabby doll to a little girl she doesn't know with the hope that it will bring this child as much pleasure as it brought her.
I, who had wanted to teach, had been taught.
The boys had watched, open-mouthed, as their baby sister placed her favorite doll in the box. Without a word, Brad rose and went to his room. He came back carrying one of his favorite action figures. He hesitated briefly, clutching the toy, then looked over at Meghan and placed it in the box next to Lucy.
A slow smile spread across Brett's face, then he jumped up, eyes twinkling as he ran to retrieve some of his prized Matchbox cars.
Amazed, I realized that the boys had also recognized what little Meghan's gesture meant. Swallowing back tears, I pulled all three of them into my arms.
Taking the cue from my little one, I removed my old tan jacket with the frayed cuffs from the box of clothes. I replaced it with the new hunter green jacket that I had found on sale last week. I hoped the young woman in the picture would love it as much as I did.
It's easy to give that which we don't want anymore but harder to let go of something that we cherish isn't it?
~Author Unknown~
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I'll certainly pocket this away.
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Why My Lips Stayed Chapped On Mother's Day =============================
So, we had this great cat named Jack and the kids would carry him around and nothing ever bothered him. He used to hang out and nap all day long on this mat in our bathroom.
Well we have 3 kids and at the time of this story they were 4 years old, 3 years old and 1 year old. The middle one is Eli. Eli really loves chapstick. LOVES it. He kept asking to use my chapstick and then losing it. So finally one day I showed him where in the bathroom I keep my chapstick and how he could use it whenever he wanted to but he needed to put it right back in the drawer when he was done.
Last year on Mother's Day, we were having the typical rush around and try to get ready for Church with everyone crying and carrying on. My two boys are fighting over the toy in the cereal box. I am trying to nurse my little one at the same time I am putting on my make-up. Everything is a mess and everyone has long forgotten that this is a wonderful day to honor me and the amazing job that is motherhood.
We finally have the older one and the baby loaded in the car and I am looking for Eli. I have searched everywhere and I finally round the corner to go into the bathroom. And there was Eli.
He was applying my chapstick very carefully to Jack's . . . rear end. Eli looked right into my eyes and said "chapped."
Now if you have a cat, you know that he is right--their little butts do look pretty chapped. And, frankly, Jack didn't seem to mind.
And the only question to really ask at that point was whether it was the 1st time Eli had done that to the cat's behind or the hundredth.
And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever because it reminds us that no matter how hard we try to civilize these glorious little creatures, there will always be that day when you realize they've been using your chapstick on the cat's butt.
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The Alley =============
Diane, a young university student, was home for the summer. She had gone to visit some friends and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year.
She ended up staying longer than planned and had to walk home alone. It was dark, but she wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked "God" to keep her safe from harm and danger.
When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it; however, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for "God's" protection.
Instantly, a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped around her; she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley, just twenty minutes after she had been there.
Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. She thanked the Lord for her safety. To help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story.
The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before.
When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her.
She asked if they would ask the man one question.
Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her.
When the policeman asked him, he answered,
"Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her."
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Do you have dark alleys that you have to walk? Do you see fearful and threatening things ahead? Does it make you afraid to think of tackling them alone?
Never underestimate the power of Prayer. . .
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RSL? ====
Are you a Reason, a Season, or a Lifetime?
Pay attention to what you read. After you read this, you will know the reason it was sent to you!
People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When you figure out which one it is, you will know what to do for each person.
REASON:
When someone is in your life for a REASON. . . It is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are! They are there for the reason you need them to be.
Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.
Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.
What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done.
The prayer you sent up has been answered.
And now it is time to move on.
SEASON:
When people come into your life for a SEASON it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real!
But, only for a season.
LIFETIME:
LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.
Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person, and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.
It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.
Thank you for being a part of my life.
Stop here and just SMILE.
Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. And dance like no one is watching.
~Author Unknown~
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What Do You Value Most? ========================
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man.
College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son.
He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him, he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important. Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown.
Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time.
The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture...
Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said.
"What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox.
"Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package.
The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago.
The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.
"Mr. Harold Belser" it read.
Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope.
Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett.
It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter.
His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover.
Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most...was...my time."
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days.
"Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
"Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away."
~Author Unknown~
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Love Island ============
Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived; happiness, sadness, knowledge, and all the others, including love.
One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave.
Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment.
When the island was almost totally under, Love decided it was time to leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked, "Richness, Can I come with you on your boat?" Richness answered, " I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere."
Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel. Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please." "I can't help you", Vanity said, "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat."
Next, Love saw Sadness passing by. Love said, "Sadness, please let me go with you." Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry, but, I just need to be alone now."
Then, Love saw Happiness. Love cried out, " Happiness, please take me with you." But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him.
Love began to cry. Then, she heard a voice say, "Come Love, I will take you with me." It was an elder.
Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name.
When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. Love realized how much she owed the elder.
Love then found Knowledge and asked, "Who was it that helped me?"
"It was Time", Knowledge answered.
"But why did Time help me when no one else would?", Love asked.
Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."
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The Father ===========
After a few of the usual Sunday evening hymns, the church's pastor slowly stood up, walked over to the pulpit, and before he gave his sermon for the evening, briefly introduced a guest minister who was in the service that evening.
In the introduction, the pastor told the congregation that the guest minister was one of his dearest childhood friends and that he wanted him to have a few moments to greet the church and share whatever he felt would be appropriate for the service.
With that, an elderly man stepped up to the pulpit and began to speak.
"A father, his son, and a friend of his son were sailing off the Pacific coast," he began, "when a fast approaching storm blocked any attempt to get back to the shore. The waves were so high, that even though the father was an experienced sailor, he could not keep the boat upright and the three were swept into the ocean as the boat capsized."
The old man hesitated for a moment, making eye contact with two teenagers who were, for the first time since the service began, looking somewhat interested in his story.
The aged minister continued with his story, "grabbing a rescue line, the father had to make the most excruciating decision of his life: to which boy he would throw the other end of the life line. He only had seconds to make the decision.
The father knew that his son was a Christian and he also knew that his son's friend was not. The agony of his decision could not be matched by the torrent of waves. As the father yelled out, 'I love you, son!' he threw out the life line to his son's friend.
By the time the father had pulled the friend back to the capsized boat, his son had disappeared beneath the raging swells into the black of night. His body was never recovered."
By this time, the two teenagers were sitting up straight in the pew, anxiously waiting for the next words to come out of the old minister's mouth. "The father," he continued, "knew his son would step into eternity with Jesus and he could not bear the thought of his son's friend stepping into an eternity without Jesus. Therefore, he sacrificed his son to save the son's friend. How great is the love of God that he should do the same for us.
Our heavenly father sacrificed his only begotten son that we could be saved. I urge you to accept his offer to rescue you and take a hold of the life line he is throwing out to you in this service."
With that, the old man turned and sat back down in his chair as silence filled the room. The pastor again walked slowly to the pulpit and delivered a brief sermon with an invitation at the end. However, no one responded to the appeal. Within minutes after the service ended, the two teenagers were at the old man's side.
"That was a nice story," politely stated one of the boys, "but I don't think it was very realistic for a father to give up his only son's life in hopes that the other boy would become a Christian."
"Well, you've got a point there," the old man replied, glancing down at his worn bible. A big smile broadened his narrow face, he once again looked up at the boys and said, "it sure isn't very realistic, is it?
But I'm standing here today to tell you that story gives me a glimpse of what it must have been like for God to give up his son for me.
You see ---
I was that father and your pastor is my son's friend."
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Amazin....
You a amazin...(hows that for puns.....). You are such a good guy and remember, good guys do NOT finish last.....
I'm gonna go to your thread and check up on ya. I have been following things, but haven't chatted much with ya....
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Thanks JJ.
Hope you like this thread...
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The Power of Manual Labor ========================== "People underestimate the benefit of good old manual labor. There's freedom in it. Some of the happiest people in the world go home smelling to high heaven at the end of the day." ~God (Played by Morgan Freeman from the movie, "Bruce Almighty")~ The sleep of a laboring man is sweet, Whether he eats little or much; But the abundance of the rich will not permit him to sleep. (Eccl 5:12 NKJV) Click below to hear the two minute audio excerpt from the movie "Bruce Almighty" > http://www.voicewings.com/4222.wma
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Amazin - I'm glad you found some helpful things in my old thread. I would ask, though, that if you are going to quote stories from that thread that you quote the entire post including the information about where it came from (i.e. Mountain Wings) to give "credit where credit is due." I didn't make those stories up, but I found them helpful and posted them because I thought, as you have, that they might also be helpful to others. If they ever get around to fixing those broken links I will likely "bump" the thread to bring it current and perhaps even add a new story or two. I also have the entire thread saved and could "repost" it if they can't get the links fixed. There are a lot of very good "old" threads out there that may be, sadly, temporarily out of reach to a lot of newer members. I really hope they can get the Search function to go back beyond just 2 years soon. In the meantime, I hope you get a lot of new "offerings" on this thread as others chime in with things that they may have found helpful to them too. God bless. P.S. the actual thread name was "Timely story...." not stories. I always meant to go back and amend the title since the thread grew beyond my original post. It is a bit confusing to have "story" instead of "stories" in the title of a thread that actually wound up have several stories in it.
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I tried to give credit where credit was due... I said up front that I stole the idea from you... But you are right...Mountain wings and your thread is where I got the stories... I just didn't post mountain wings because I wasn't sure if promoting another web site was against the rules... And... anything that is inspirational or uplifting should be welcome here... It doesn't matter to me where it comes from.. I know that your thread meant alot to me and I hope that you would chime in and add to this one and bump yours up... P.S. the actual thread name was "Timely story...." not stories I know... the english just didn't sound right so I added the plural...
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OK... I edited the opening post and added a link to mountainwings.com....
If anyone has an inspirational story feel free to post it here.
I know there are days when people are in need of a pick-me-up, that was the reason I started this thread...
The idea is to life each other up by sharing inspirational stories here... Not just one person posting everything...
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Something perhaps for each spouse to think about...what can we give to our spouse that we are "holding onto"?
------------------------------------------------- MountainWings A MountainWings Moment #8137 Wings Over The Mountains of Life -------------------------------------------------
LUCY =====
When a tornado touched down in a small town nearby, many families were left devastated. Afterward, all the local newspapers carried many human-interest stories featuring some of the families who suffered the hardest.
One Sunday, a particular picture especially touched me. A young woman stood in front of a totally demolished mobile home, an anguished expression twisting her features.
A young boy, seven or eight years old, stood at her side, eyes downcast. Clutching at her skirt was a tiny girl who stared into the camera, eyes wide with confusion and fear.
The article that accompanied the picture gave the clothing sizes of each family member. With growing interest, I noticed that their sizes closely matched ours. This would be a good opportunity to teach my children to help those less fortunate than themselves.
I taped the picture of the young family to our refrigerator, explaining their plight to my seven-year-old twins, Brad and Brett, and to three-year-old Meghan.
"We have so much, and these poor people now have nothing," I said. "We'll share what we have with them."
I brought three large boxes down from the attic and placed them on the living room floor. Meghan watched solemnly as the boys and I filled one of the boxes with canned goods and other nonperishable foods, soap and other assorted toiletries.
While I sorted through our clothes, I encouraged the boys to go through their toys and donate some of their less favorite things. Meghan watched quietly as the boys piled up discarded toys and games.
"I'll help you find something for the little girl when I'm done with this," I said.
The boys placed the toys they had chosen to donate into one of the boxes while I filled the third box with clothes.
Meghan walked up with Lucy, her worn, faded, frazzled, much- loved rag doll hugged tightly to her chest.
She paused in front of the box that held the toys, pressed her round little face into Lucy's flat, painted-on-face, gave her a final kiss, then laid her gently on top of the other toys.
"Oh, Honey," I said. "You don't have to give Lucy. You love her so much."
Meghan nodded solemnly, eyes glistening with held-back tears. "Lucy makes me happy, Mommy. Maybe she'll make that other little girl happy, too."
Swallowing hard, I stared at Meghan for a long moment, wondering how I could teach the boys the lesson she had just taught me. For I suddenly realized that anyone can give their cast-offs away. True generosity is giving that which you cherish most.
Honest benevolence is a three-year-old offering a treasured, albeit shabby doll to a little girl she doesn't know with the hope that it will bring this child as much pleasure as it brought her.
I, who had wanted to teach, had been taught.
The boys had watched, open-mouthed, as their baby sister placed her favorite doll in the box. Without a word, Brad rose and went to his room. He came back carrying one of his favorite action figures. He hesitated briefly, clutching the toy, then looked over at Meghan and placed it in the box next to Lucy.
A slow smile spread across Brett's face, then he jumped up, eyes twinkling as he ran to retrieve some of his prized Matchbox cars.
Amazed, I realized that the boys had also recognized what little Meghan's gesture meant. Swallowing back tears, I pulled all three of them into my arms.
Taking the cue from my little one, I removed my old tan jacket with the frayed cuffs from the box of clothes. I replaced it with the new hunter green jacket that I had found on sale last week. I hoped the young woman in the picture would love it as much as I did.
It's easy to give that which we don't want anymore but harder to let go of something that we cherish isn't it?
~Author Unknown~
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MountainWings A MountainWings Moment #4223 Wings Over The Mountains of Life -------------------------------------------------
I Can See Clearly Now =====================
Over the past few years my husband has developed a hearing problem. This has been a source of irritation for both of us.
It has been hard for me to get used to raising my voice and repeating everything. I have also found it aggravating to put up with his obvious anger.
However, a few days ago I had an experience that changed my view completely.
I was having lunch in a crowded cafe with a few friends. Comments were passed back and forth and I could not hear what was being said.
For an instant I felt an overwhelming sense of exasperation and yes... anger.
Then, in a flash, I understood my husband's feelings. It really was a MountainWings Moment.
When I got home, I apologized to him for my lack of understanding and promised to make a greater effort to speak more clearly in the future.
~A MountainWings Original by Leone McNichol, Canada~
BH, 46 STBXWW, 41, Serial Cheater D-Day #1 5-26-2006 (Our Wedding Aniversary) D-Day #2 12-26-2007 D-Day #3 5-11-2008 Separated 1-5-2008 STBX filed for divorce March 2009
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MountainWings A MountainWings Moment #8140 Wings Over The Mountains of Life -------------------------------------------------
A Letter From... ================
I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores.
You awoke without kneeling to pray. As a matter of fact, you didn't even bless your meals or pray before going to bed last night. You are so unthankful; I like that about you.
I cannot tell you how glad I am that you have not changed your way of living. Fool, you are mine.
Remember, you and I have been going steady for years and I still don't love you yet. As a matter of fact, I hate you because I hate God.
I am only using you to get even with God.
He kicked me out of heaven, and I'm going to use you as long as possible to pay him back. You see, Fool, GOD LOVES YOU and HE has great plans in store for you.
But you have yielded your life to me, and I'm going to make your life a living hell. That way, we'll be together twice. This will really hurt God.
Thanks to you, I'm really showing Him who's boss in your life with all of the good times we've had.
We have been watching dirty movies, cursing people out, stealing, lying, being hypocritical, fornicating, overeating, telling dirty jokes, gossiping, being judgmental, back stabbing people, disrespecting adults and those in leadership positions, no respect for the Church, bad attitudes.
SURELY you don't want to give all this up. Come on, Fool, let's burn together forever. I've got some hot plans for us.
This is just a letter of appreciation from me to you. I'd like to say "THANKS" for letting me use you for most of your foolish life.
You are so gullible, I laugh at you. When you are tempted to sin, you give in HA! HA! HA! You make me sick. Sin is beginning to take it's toll on your life. You look 20 years older, and now, I need new blood. So go ahead and teach some children how to sin. All you have to do is smoke, get drunk or drink while under-aged, cheat, gamble, gossip, fornicate, and live being as selfish as possible. Do all of this in the presence of children and they will do it too. Kids are like that.
Well, Fool, I have to let you go for now. I'll be back in a couple of seconds to tempt you again. If you were smart, you would run somewhere, confess you sins, and live for God with what little bit of life that you have left.
It's not my nature to warn anyone, but to be your age and still sinning, it's becoming a bit ridiculous.
Don't get me wrong, I still hate you.
IT'S JUST THAT YOU'D MAKE A BETTER FOOL FOR CHRIST.
P.S. If you really love me, you won't share this letter with anyone.
SATAN
BH, 46 STBXWW, 41, Serial Cheater D-Day #1 5-26-2006 (Our Wedding Aniversary) D-Day #2 12-26-2007 D-Day #3 5-11-2008 Separated 1-5-2008 STBX filed for divorce March 2009
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MountainWings A MountainWings Moment #8141 Wings Over The Mountains of Life ------------------------------------------------- The Nanny's Sleep ================== The nanny had seen the effect it had on the kids. Usually very rambunctious, when they listened to the CD they quieted down and were soon asleep. "I've heard everyone talk about this CD. I want to try it to see if it really works," she said. My wife, Puddin, gave her one of the copies lying around the house. Two days later, she said, "I've tried to listen to that CD four times now and each time I fall asleep." Jennifer (the nanny) is from Arkansas and is a college student. She is the first one from her family to attend college. Her teenage brother was getting into trouble in Arkansas, so he moved here and is staying with her. Jennifer allows him to stay and attend high school here as long as he stays out of trouble. "My brother had been having bad dreams and couldn't sleep," she said. "I let him listen to the CD last night. He said that he went straight to sleep and had no bad dreams. This thing really works!" was her final comment. Sleep was the last thing that I figured Words for Healing would produce. I thought that it would simply heal, but my thoughts are not His. Perhaps what needs healing first is our peace. What relief just a good, sound peaceful night's sleep brings. Sooner or later you will have a period where you can't sleep and/or when your body, mind, and spirit need healing and relief. Just as you have some select medicines in your medicine cabinet for the times when you need them, you need Words for Healing in your cabinet. Sooner or later, you or someone you love will need it. www.MyHealingCD.comSooner or later.
BH, 46 STBXWW, 41, Serial Cheater D-Day #1 5-26-2006 (Our Wedding Aniversary) D-Day #2 12-26-2007 D-Day #3 5-11-2008 Separated 1-5-2008 STBX filed for divorce March 2009
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MountainWings A MountainWings Moment #8144 Wings Over The Mountains of Life
Where is Eritrea? ===========
As I prayed over a prayer request that stated,
"The situation in my country has been so difficult..,"
I looked to see exactly what country the writer referred to. Each prayer request asks for the zip code or country.
The country was Eritrea.
The thing was, I had never heard of Eritrea. I had absolutely no idea where it was, how big it was, or anything else about it. My world geography isn't the best, but I thought I had at least heard of all of countries even if I couldn't locate them on the globe. But now I drew a total blank.
As I thought about it, I realized even more that there are people in places and situations that we've never heard of or imagined.
But no matter where on the globe you are located, everyone needs someone who cares.
You are nodding your head now, saying to yourself,
"Yes, I need someone who cares about me."
Yes you do
...but you also need to be the someone who cares.
~A MountainWings Original~
BH, 46 STBXWW, 41, Serial Cheater D-Day #1 5-26-2006 (Our Wedding Aniversary) D-Day #2 12-26-2007 D-Day #3 5-11-2008 Separated 1-5-2008 STBX filed for divorce March 2009
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