1. Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
a. free ur heart from hatred
b. free ur minds from worries
c. live simply
d give more
e. expect less
2. Its better to lose ur pride to the 1 u love, than to lose the one u love becuz of pride. We spend too much time looking for the right person to love or finding fault with those we already love, when instead we should be perfecting the love we give.
3. The measure of love is when u love without measure. In life there are very rare chances that ull meet the person you love and loves u in return. So once you have it dont ever let it go, the chance might never come ur way again.
4. When sumthing happens ti you, good or bad, consider what it means. Theres a purpose to lifes events, to teach you how to laugh more or not to cry to hard. Ypu cant make some1 love you, all you can do is be some1 who can be loved, the rest is up to the person to realize ur worth.
5. When u truly care for some1, u dont look for faults, u dont look for answers, u dont look for mistakes. Instead, u fight the mistakes, u accept the faults, and u overlook the excuses. Never abandon an old friend. U will never find one who can take his place. Friendship is like wine, it gets better as it grows older.
6. Disappointments are like road humps, they slow u down a bit but u enjoy the smooth road afterwards. Dont stay on the humps too long. Move on! When u feel down when u didnt get what u want, just sit tight and be happy, becuz God is thinking sumthing better to7. No one can go back and make a brand new start. Any1 can start from now and make a brand new ending. God didnt promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
NEVER underestimate my Jesus
Relient KFOR MOMENTS I FEEL FAINTMy of a point of no improvement
What are the death I still dwell in?I try to excel but I feel no movement
Can I be free of this unreleasable sense
Chorus:-Never underestimate my Jesus
U're telling me that there's no hope
Im telling u u're wrong
NEver underestimate my Jesus
When the world around you crumble
you will be strong you will be strong
I throw up my hands, of all imposibilities
Frustrated and tired where do I go from here?Now Im such a flaw, the coward that I lost so willingly
Overcoming these obstacles , is overcoming my fear
"What have I got to lose to share about the overflowing love of God? Gold and silver I have none, God's piece of love I have I share with u
"-Daniel Yap JH-"He is no fool to give what he cannot keep, in order to ain what he cannot lose" -Jim elliot-
What are the death I still dwell in?I try to excel but I feel no movement
Can I be free of this unreleasable sense
Chorus:-Never underestimate my Jesus
U're telling me that there's no hope
Im telling u u're wrong
NEver underestimate my Jesus
When the world around you crumble
you will be strong you will be strong
I throw up my hands, of all imposibilities
Frustrated and tired where do I go from here?Now Im such a flaw, the coward that I lost so willingly
Overcoming these obstacles , is overcoming my fear
"What have I got to lose to share about the overflowing love of God? Gold and silver I have none, God's piece of love I have I share with u
"-Daniel Yap JH-"He is no fool to give what he cannot keep, in order to ain what he cannot lose" -Jim elliot-
You are not an accident
You are not an accident"God doesn't play dice"-Albert Einstein-
You are who you are for a reason.You're part of an intricate plan.
You're precious and perfect unique design,Called God's special men or women.
You look like you look for a reasonOur God made no mistake.
He knit you together within the womb,You're just what he wantd to make.
The parents you had were the ones he chose, And no matter how you may feel,They were custom-designed with God's plan in mind,And they bear the master's seal
Noe that trauma you face was not easy.And God wept that it hurt you so;BUt it was allowed to shape your heart. So that into his likeness you will grow.
You are who you are for a reason,You've been formed by the Master's rod.You are who you are, beloved,Because there is a God!
You are who you are for a reason.You're part of an intricate plan.
You're precious and perfect unique design,Called God's special men or women.
You look like you look for a reasonOur God made no mistake.
He knit you together within the womb,You're just what he wantd to make.
The parents you had were the ones he chose, And no matter how you may feel,They were custom-designed with God's plan in mind,And they bear the master's seal
Noe that trauma you face was not easy.And God wept that it hurt you so;BUt it was allowed to shape your heart. So that into his likeness you will grow.
You are who you are for a reason,You've been formed by the Master's rod.You are who you are, beloved,Because there is a God!
love doesnt need a reason
Lady : Why do you like me..? Why do you love me? Man : I can't tell the reason.. but I really like you.. Lady : You can't even tell me the reason... how can you say you like me?How can you say you love me? Man : I really don't know the reason, but I can prove that I love you. Lady : Proof? No! I want you to tell me the reason. My friend'sboyfriend can tell her why he loves her but not you! Man : Ok..ok!!! Erm... because you are beautiful, because your voice is sweet, because you are caring, because you are loving, because you are thoughtful, because of your smile, because of your every movements. The lady felt very satisfied with the man's answer. Unfortunately, a fewdays later, the Lady met with an accident and became comma. The Guy thenplaced a letter by her side, and here is the content:Darling,Because of your sweet voice that I love you...Now can you talk? No! Therefore I cannot love you.Because of your care and concern that I like you..Now that you cannot show them, therefore I cannot love you.Because of your smile,because of your every movements that I love you..Now can you smile? Now can you move?No, therefore I cannot love you...If love needs a reason, like now, there is no reason for me to love youanymore.Do love need a reason? NO!Therefore, I still love you... And love doesn't need a reason " Sometimes the best and the most beautiful things in the worldcannot be seen, cannot be touched, but can be felt in the heart "x
Growing older VS growing UP!
Message:
>ROSE>
The first day of class our professor introduced himself and challenged us, to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug"? I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course.you may"! And she gave me a giant squeeze. "Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age"? I asked. She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel". "No seriously", I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age."I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one"! she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Everyday for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily>made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up. At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped all of her 3 x 5 note cards. Frustrated and a little embarrassed, she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order, so let me just tell you what I know". As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor everyday. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly rarely have regrets for the things we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets. She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose". She challenged each of us to study the lyrics. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation, Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be. When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it! These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE. REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY, GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. Tonight, before you go to bed, give your problems to God. He will be up. He is always up for us, ALL.
>ROSE>
The first day of class our professor introduced himself and challenged us, to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being. She said, "Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug"? I laughed and enthusiastically responded, "Of course.you may"! And she gave me a giant squeeze. "Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age"? I asked. She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel". "No seriously", I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age."I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one"! she told me. After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Everyday for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this "time machine" as she shared her wisdom and experience with me. Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily>made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up. At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped all of her 3 x 5 note cards. Frustrated and a little embarrassed, she leaned into the microphone and simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order, so let me just tell you what I know". As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, "We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor everyday. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding the opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly rarely have regrets for the things we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets. She concluded her speech by courageously singing "The Rose". She challenged each of us to study the lyrics. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation, Rose died peacefully in her sleep. Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be. When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it! These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE. REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY, GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. Tonight, before you go to bed, give your problems to God. He will be up. He is always up for us, ALL.
Wohoo..Miracle for sale yo!
Messsage: Tess was a precocious eight year oldwhen sheheard her Mom and Dad talking about her littlebrother, Andrew. All she knew was that he wasvery sick and they were completely out of money.They were moving to an apartment complex nextmonth because Daddy didn't have enough moneyfor the doctor bills and the house payments. Onlya very costly surgery could save him now and itwas looking like there was no-one to loan them themoney.She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother withwhispered desperation, "Only a miracle can savehim now."Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jellyjar from its hiding place in the closet. She pouredall the change out on the floor and counted itcarefully. Three times, even. The total had to beexactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.Carefully placing the coins back in the jar andtwisting on the cap, she slipped out the back doorand made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Storewith the big Indian Chief sign above the door.She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give hersome attention but he was too busy at thismoment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffingnoise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with themost disgusting sound she could muster. Nogood. Finally she took a quarter from her jar andbanged it on the glass counter. That did it!"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked inan annoyed tone of voice. "I'm talking to mybrother from Chicago whom I haven't seen inages," he said without waiting for a reply to hisquestion."Well, I want to talk to you about MY brother,"Tess answered back in the same annoyedtone. "He's really, really sick... and I want to buy amiracle.""I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist."His name is Andrew and he has something badgrowing inside his head and my Daddy says only amiracle can save him now. So how much does amiracle cost?""We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'msorry butI can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening alittle."Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn'tenough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much itcosts."The pharmacist's brother was a well-dressed man.He stooped down and asked the little girl, "Whatkind of a miracle does you brother need?""I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes wellingup. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy sayshe needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay forit, so I want to use my money.""How much do you have?" asked the man fromChicago."One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answeredbarely audibly. "And it's all the money I have, but Ican get some more if I need to.""Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "Adollar and eleven cents-the exact price of a miraclefor little brothers." He took her money in one handand with the other hand he grasped her mitten andsaid, "Take me to where you live. I want to seeyour brother and meet your parents. Let's see if Ihave the kind of miracle you need."That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong,a surgeon, specializing in neurosurgery. Theoperation was completed without charge and itwasn't long until Andrew was home again anddoing well. Mom and Dad were happily talkingabout the chain of events that had led them to thisplace."That surgery," her Mom whispered, "was a realmiracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much amiracle cost ... one dollar and eleven cents ... plusthe faith of a little child.A miracle is NOT the suspension of natural law,but the operation of a HIGHER law .
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