May You Be Blessed.. this is very beautiful! If Tomorrow "If tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see, if the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me; I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today, while thinking of the many things, we didn't get to say. I know how much you love me, as much as I love you, and each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too. But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand, that an angel came and called my name, and took me by the hand, And said my place was ready, in heaven far above, and that I'd have to leave behind all those I dearly love. But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye, for all my life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die. I had so much to live for, so much left yet to do, it seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you. I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad; I thought of all that we shared, and all the fun we had. If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while, I'd say good-bye and kiss you and maybe see you smile. But then I fully realized, that this could never be, for emptiness and memories, would take the place of me. And when I thought of worldly things, I might miss come tomorrow, I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow. But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home, when God looked down and smiled at me, from His great golden throne, He said, "This is eternity, and all I've promised you." Today your life on earth is past, but here life starts anew. I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last, and since each day is the same way, there's no longing for the past. You have been so faithful, so trusting and so true, though there were times you did some things, you knew you shouldn't do. But you have been forgiven, and now at last you're free. So won't you come and take my hand, and share my life with me?" So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart, for every time you think of me, I'm right here, in your heart. A Sandpiper to Bring You Joy... A lesson in life. ALL THE GOOD THINGS An inspirational story you'll want to mail to all of your friends. EASTER STORY An inspirational story that will touch your heart. Filling the Jar A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When class began, wordlessly he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks, rocks about 2" in diameter. He then asked the students if the jar was full? They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. The students laughed. The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled everything else. "Now," said the professor, "I want you to recognize that this is your life." "The rocks are the important things - your family, your partner, your health - anything that is so important to you that if were lost, you would be nearly destroyed. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff." "If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles, and the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your energy and time on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your wife out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal." "Take care of the rocks first – the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand." I Said a Prayer for You Today I said a prayer for you today and know God must have heard, I felt the answer in my heart although He spoke no word. I didn't ask for wealth or fame, I knew you wouldn't mind. I asked Him to send treasures of a far more lasting kind. I asked that He'd be near you at the start of each new day, to grant you health and blessings and friends to share the way. I asked for happiness for you in all things great and small, but it was for His loving care I prayed the most of all. Frank Zamboni "How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?" -Dr. Seuss Have you ever... Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round, or listened to rain slapping the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight, or gazed at the sun fading into the night? You better slow down, don't dance so fast, time is short, the music won't last. Do you run through each day on the fly, When you ask "How are you?" do you hear the reply? When the day is done, do you lie in your bed, with the next hundred chores running through your head? You better slow down, don't dance so fast, time is short, the music won't last. Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow, and in your haste not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die, ' cause you never had time to call and say "hi"? You better slow down, don't dance so fast, time is short, the music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere, you miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, it's like an unopened gift thrown away. Life is not a race, so take it slower, hear the music before the song is over. --Author Unknown Happiness is good. The place to be happy is here. The time to be happy is now. The way to be happy is to help make others happy. Teach me, Father, when I pray, Not to ask for more, But rather let me give my thanks For what is at my door. For food and drink, for gentle rain, For sunny skies above, For home and friends, for peace and joy, But most of all for love. The injuries we do, and those we suffer, are seldom weighed in the same balance. The quarrels of lovers are like summer storms. Everything is more beautiful when they have passed. THE MAN IN THE GLASS When you get what you want in your struggle for self, and the world makes you King for a day, just go to a mirror and look for yourself, and see what THAT MAN has to say. For it isn't your father or mother or wife whose judgment you must pass. The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life is the one staring back from the glass, Some people may think you a straight shooting chum, and all call you a wonderful guy, but the man in the glass says your only a bum if you can't look him straight in the eye. He's the fellow to please, never mind all the rest, for he's with you clear to the end. And you have passed your most difficult, dangerous test, if the man in the glass is your friend, You can fool the whole world down the pathway of life, and get pats on the back as you pass, but your final reward will be heartaches and tears if you cheat the.... MAN IN THE GLASS. The person who does nothing but wait for his ship to come in has already missed the boat. "But First Syndrome." I have recently been diagnosed with the "But First Syndrome." You know, it's when I decide to do the laundry, I start down the hall and notice the newspaper on the table. OK, I'm going to do the laundry.... BUT FIRST I'm going to read the newspaper. Then, I notice the mail on the table. OK, I'll just put the newspaper in the recycle stack....... BUT FIRST I'll look through that pile of mail and see if there are any bills to be paid. Yes, now where's the checkbook? Oops......there's the empty glass from yesterday on the coffee table. I'm going to look for that checkbook, BUT FIRST I need to put the glass in the sink. I head for the kitchen, look out the window, notice my poor flowers need a drink of water. I put the glass in the sink, and darn it, there's the remote for the TV on the kitchen counter. What's it doing here? I'll just put it away..... BUT FIRST I need to water those plants. Head for door and........ Aaaagh! Stepped on the cat. Cat needs to be fed. Okay, I'll put that remote away and water the plants..... BUT FIRST I need to feed the cat...... End of day: Laundry is not done, newspapers are still on the floor, glass is still in the sink, bills are unpaid, checkbook is still lost, and the cat ate the remote control........ And, when I try to figure out how come nothing got done all day, I'm baffled because..... I KNOW I was BUSY ALL DAY!! I realize this condition is serious... and I'll get help!......... BUT FIRST.............. I think.... I'll check my E-MAIL! BONDFALLS located just east of Paulding, MI. There is something special about water, The sound of a waterfall, waves breaking on the shore, or a gentle stream can often bring a feeling of tranquillity. . The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, or rather loved in spite of ourselves. Lovesuffers long, and is kind; Love envies not; Love vaunts not itself, is not puffed up; Does not behave itself unseemly, Seeks not her own, is not easily provoked, Thinks no evil, Rejoices not in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; Bears all things, Believes all things, Hopes all things, Endures all things. Love never fails! The Plan of the Master Weaver Our lives are but fine weavings That God and we prepare, Each life becomes a fabric planned And fashioned in His care. We may not always see just how The weavings intertwine, But we must trust the Master's hand And follow his design For He can view the pattern Upon the upper side, While we must look from underneath And trust in Him to guide. . . Sometimes a strand of sorrow Is added to His plan, And though it's difficult for us, We still must understand That it's He who fills the shuttle, It's He who knows what's best, So we must weave in patience And leave to Him the rest. . . Not until the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly Shall God unroll the canvas And explain the reason why. . . The dark threads are as needed In the Weaver's skillful hand As the threads of gold and silver In the pattern He has planned. MOTHER TERESA Born August 26, 1910 Returned to God, Sept. 5, 1997 Site Map Home
I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today, while thinking of the many things, we didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me, as much as I love you, and each time that you think of me, I know you'll miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand, that an angel came and called my name, and took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready, in heaven far above, and that I'd have to leave behind all those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye, for all my life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for, so much left yet to do, it seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad; I thought of all that we shared, and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while, I'd say good-bye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized, that this could never be, for emptiness and memories, would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things, I might miss come tomorrow, I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home, when God looked down and smiled at me, from His great golden throne,
He said, "This is eternity, and all I've promised you." Today your life on earth is past, but here life starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last, and since each day is the same way, there's no longing for the past.
You have been so faithful, so trusting and so true, though there were times you did some things, you knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven, and now at last you're free. So won't you come and take my hand, and share my life with me?"
So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart, for every time you think of me, I'm right here, in your heart.
A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When class began, wordlessly he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks, rocks about 2" in diameter. He then asked the students if the jar was full? They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. The students laughed. The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled everything else. "Now," said the professor, "I want you to recognize that this is your life." "The rocks are the important things - your family, your partner, your health - anything that is so important to you that if were lost, you would be nearly destroyed. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff." "If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles, and the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your energy and time on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your wife out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal." "Take care of the rocks first – the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
I said a prayer for you today and know God must have heard, I felt the answer in my heart although He spoke no word.
I didn't ask for wealth or fame, I knew you wouldn't mind. I asked Him to send treasures of a far more lasting kind.
I asked that He'd be near you at the start of each new day, to grant you health and blessings and friends to share the way.
I asked for happiness for you in all things great and small, but it was for His loving care I prayed the most of all.
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round, or listened to rain slapping the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight, or gazed at the sun fading into the night? You better slow down, don't dance so fast, time is short, the music won't last. Do you run through each day on the fly, When you ask "How are you?" do you hear the reply? When the day is done, do you lie in your bed, with the next hundred chores running through your head? You better slow down, don't dance so fast, time is short, the music won't last. Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow, and in your haste not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die, ' cause you never had time to call and say "hi"? You better slow down, don't dance so fast, time is short, the music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere, you miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, it's like an unopened gift thrown away. Life is not a race, so take it slower, hear the music before the song is over. --Author Unknown
Teach me, Father, when I pray, Not to ask for more, But rather let me give my thanks For what is at my door. For food and drink, for gentle rain, For sunny skies above, For home and friends, for peace and joy, But most of all for love.
THE MAN IN THE GLASS When you get what you want in your struggle for self, and the world makes you King for a day, just go to a mirror and look for yourself, and see what THAT MAN has to say. For it isn't your father or mother or wife whose judgment you must pass. The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life is the one staring back from the glass, Some people may think you a straight shooting chum, and all call you a wonderful guy, but the man in the glass says your only a bum if you can't look him straight in the eye. He's the fellow to please, never mind all the rest, for he's with you clear to the end. And you have passed your most difficult, dangerous test, if the man in the glass is your friend, You can fool the whole world down the pathway of life, and get pats on the back as you pass, but your final reward will be heartaches and tears if you cheat the.... MAN IN THE GLASS.
"But First Syndrome." I have recently been diagnosed with the "But First Syndrome." You know, it's when I decide to do the laundry, I start down the hall and notice the newspaper on the table. OK, I'm going to do the laundry.... BUT FIRST I'm going to read the newspaper. Then, I notice the mail on the table. OK, I'll just put the newspaper in the recycle stack....... BUT FIRST I'll look through that pile of mail and see if there are any bills to be paid. Yes, now where's the checkbook? Oops......there's the empty glass from yesterday on the coffee table. I'm going to look for that checkbook, BUT FIRST I need to put the glass in the sink. I head for the kitchen, look out the window, notice my poor flowers need a drink of water. I put the glass in the sink, and darn it, there's the remote for the TV on the kitchen counter. What's it doing here? I'll just put it away..... BUT FIRST I need to water those plants. Head for door and........ Aaaagh! Stepped on the cat. Cat needs to be fed. Okay, I'll put that remote away and water the plants..... BUT FIRST I need to feed the cat...... End of day: Laundry is not done, newspapers are still on the floor, glass is still in the sink, bills are unpaid, checkbook is still lost, and the cat ate the remote control........ And, when I try to figure out how come nothing got done all day, I'm baffled because..... I KNOW I was BUSY ALL DAY!! I realize this condition is serious... and I'll get help!......... BUT FIRST.............. I think.... I'll check my E-MAIL!
. The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, or rather loved in spite of ourselves. Lovesuffers long, and is kind; Love envies not; Love vaunts not itself, is not puffed up; Does not behave itself unseemly, Seeks not her own, is not easily provoked, Thinks no evil, Rejoices not in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; Bears all things, Believes all things, Hopes all things, Endures all things. Love never fails!
Our lives are but fine weavings That God and we prepare, Each life becomes a fabric planned And fashioned in His care. We may not always see just how The weavings intertwine, But we must trust the Master's hand And follow his design For He can view the pattern Upon the upper side, While we must look from underneath And trust in Him to guide. . . Sometimes a strand of sorrow Is added to His plan, And though it's difficult for us, We still must understand That it's He who fills the shuttle, It's He who knows what's best, So we must weave in patience And leave to Him the rest. . . Not until the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly Shall God unroll the canvas And explain the reason why. . . The dark threads are as needed In the Weaver's skillful hand As the threads of gold and silver In the pattern He has planned.
