THE THOUGHT FOR TODAY IS ABOUT THE LOVE OF A CHILD ...

"A CHILD who lives with CRITICISM
Learns to CONDEMN

A CHILD who lives with HOSTILITY
Learns to FIGHT

A CHILD who lives with RIDICULE
Learns to be SHY

A CHILD who lives with SHAME
Learns to FEEL GUILTY

A CHILD who lives with TOLERANCE
Learns to BE PATIENT

A CHILD who lives with ENCOURAGEMENT
Learns CONFIDENCE

A CHILD who lives with PRAISE
Learns to APPRECIATE

A CHILD who lives with FAIRNESS
Learns JUSTICE

A CHILD who lives with SECURITY
Learns FAITH

A CHILD who LIVES WITH APPROVAL
Learns to LIKE HIMSELF

A CHILD who lives with ACCEPTANCE & FRIENDSHIP
Learns to FIND LOVE IN THE WORLD."

~ Dorothy Law Nolte 

THE LOVE OF A FAMILY IS LIFE'S GREATEST BLESSING!

Prayer of St. Francis

Sebastian Temple

Verse 1: 
Make me a channel of your peace. 
Where there is hatred, let me bring your love. 
Where there is injury, your pardon, Lord, 
And where there's doubt, true faith in you.

Verse 2: 
Make me a channel of your peace. 
Where there's despair in life, let me bring hope. 
Where there is darkness only light, 
And where there's sadness ever joy.

Refrain: 
Oh Master, grant that I may never seek 
So much to be consoled as to console. 
To be understood as to understand, 
To be loved as to love with all my soul.

Verse 3: 
Make me a channel of your peace. 
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned; 
In giving of ourselves that we receive, 
And in dying that we're born to eternal life.

Love the heart that hurts you, but never hurt the heart that loves you.
- Vipin Sharma

Love is a wonderful thing. You never have to take it away
From one person to give it to another. There's always more than enough to go around.
- Pamela de Roy

Teach love to those who hate, and let that love embrace you as you go out into the world. May the teachings of those you admire become part of you, so that you may call upon them. Remember, those whose lives you have touched and whose have touched yours are always a part of you, even if the encounters were less than you would have wished. It is the content of the encounter that is more important than the form.
The buddy system is essential to your survival; it gives the enemy somebody else to shoot at.
- Murphy's Military Laws

True friends can see the hurt in your eyes when everyone else is fooled by your smile

Anyone can make you smile or cry
But it takes someone special to make you smile
When you already have tears in your eyes

Throughout your life you will meet one person who is unlike any other. You could talk to this person for hours and never get bored...You could tell them things and they wouldn't judge you. This amazing person is you soul mate and your best friend.... Don't ever let them go.

To a friend that's shown me so much kindness.
With generosity, and a caring soul you truly are "unique".
I'm so glad that we're friends.
And I wish you all the best that life has to offer.

May the Lord bless you and keep you; May the Lord shine His face upon you and be gracious to you; May He keep you safe from harm, and shield you from all wrong; May He grant you His peace; May He guide you on you and protect you always.

Annette x 

Long Ago,
Your name a shadow,
in my dreams, the white
brave still searching
Raining Winds, fall apart.
I believe, your heart

tell me now,
what you see
tell me what you feel
now you're here
tell me

tell me now,
what you know
never let me go
tell me now
what you see

Who Cries from the hill?
the mist creeps from your eyes,
your banner will promise
let's remember the start
I believe, your heart

tell me now
what you know
never let me go
tell me what
you see
tell me now
what you see

tell me what you feel
now your here, tell me
tell me now (tell me now)
what you know (what you know)
never let me go (let me go)
tell me now
what you see

WRITTEN BY MOYA BRENNAN & HANS ZIMMER.

Her hair up in a pony tail
her favorite dress tied with a bow
today was daddy's day at school,
and she couldnt wait to go
But her mommy tried to tell her ,
that she probably should stay home
why the kids might not understand
if she went to school alone.
but she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say,
what to tell her classmates ,
on this daddy's day.
But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone,
and that was why she once again
tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school,
eager to tell them all
about a dad she never sees,
a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back
for everyone to meet
children squirming impatiently
anxious in their seats.one by one the teacher
called ,a student from the class,
to introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare
each of them were searching
for a man who wasnt there.
''Where's her daddy at?''
she heard a boy call out,
''she probably doesn't have one''
another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say.looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his daythe words did not offend her
as she smiled at all her friends,
and looked back at her teacher,who told her to begin.
And with her hands behind her back ,
slowly she began to speak
from out of a mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.''My daddy couldnt be here,
because he lives so far away
but i know he wishes that he could be here with me today.
and though you cannot meet him
i wanted you to know
all about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories,
he taught me to ride my bike
he surprised me with pink roses
and taught me to fly a kite.we used to
share fudge sundaes
and ice cream in a cone
and though you cannot see him
i'm not standing all alone.
cause my daddy's always with me,
even though we are apart
i know because he told me
he'll forever be here in my heart.
With that her little hand reached up
and lay across her chest
feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favourite dress.
From somewhere in the crowd of dad's
her mother stood in tears,
she proudly watched her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years
She stood up for the love of a man not in her life,
doing what was best for her
and doing what was right.
.She dropped her hand back down
staring straight into the crowd,
she finished with a voice so soft
but its message clear and loud,
'' i love my daddy very much
and hes my shining star
he would be here if he could
but heavens just too far.
Sometimes when i close my eyes
its like he never went away
then she closed her eyes and saw him there with her that day.
To her mothers amazment
she witnessed with surprise,
a room full of daddies and children
all starting to close their eyes.
who knows what they saw before them ,
or what they felt inside
perhaps just for a second
they saw him at her side.
'' i know your with me daddy''
to the silence she called out
what happened next made believers
of those once filled with doubt.
no one there could explain it
for each had their eyes closed
but there placed on her desktop,
was a beautiful fragrant pink rose.
A child was blessed this moment
by the love of her shining star
and given the gift of believing
heaven is never too far

Let us not underestimate how hard it is to be compassionate. Compassion is hard because it requires the inner disposition to go with others to the place where they are weak, vulnerable, lonely, and broken. But this is not our spontaneous response to suffering. What we desire most is to do away with suffering by fleeing from it or finding a quick cure for it. As busy, active, relevant ministers, we want to earn our bread by making a real contribution. This means first and foremost doing something to show that our presence makes a difference. And so we ignore our greatest gift, which is our ability to enter into solidarity with those who suffer. Those who can sit in silence with their fellowman, not knowing what to say but knowing that they should be there, can bring new life in a dying heart. Those who are not afraid to hold a hand in gratitude, to shed tears in grief and to let a sigh of distress arise straight from the heart can break through paralyzing boundaries and witness the birth of a new fellowship, the fellowship of the broken.

-Henri Nouwen

MEMO: "I AM YOUR DISEASE"


I HATE MEETINGS. I HATE HIGHER POWER.I HATE ANYONE WHO HAS A PROGRAM.
TO ALL WHO CAME IN CONTACT WITH ME, I WISH YOU SUFFERING AND DEATH.
ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF. I AM THE DISEASE OF ADDICTION... ALCOHOLISM, DRUGS, EATING DISORDERS, ETC. I AM CUNNING, BAFFLING AND POWERFUL. THAT'S ME! I HAVE KILLED MILLIONS AND I AM PLEASED. I LOVE TO CATCH YOU WITH THE ELEMENT OF SURPRISE. I LOVE PRETENDING I AM YOUR FRIEND AND YOUR LOVER. I HAVE GIVEN YOU COMFORT HAVE I NOT? WASN'T I THERE WHEN YOU WERE LONELY? WHEN YOU WANTED TO DIE, DIDN'T YOU CALL ON ME? WASN'T I ALWAYS THERE?
I LOVE TO MAKE YOU HURT. I LOVE TO MAKE YOU CRY.BETTER YET, I LOVE WHEN I MAKE YOU SO NUMB YOU CAN NEITHER HURT OR CRY... YOU CAN'T FEEL ANYTHING AT ALL.THIS IS TRUE GLORY!. I GIVE INSTANT GRATIFICATION, AND ALL I ASK OF YOU IS LONG TERM SUFFERING. I'VE ALWAYS BEEN THERE FOR YOU. WHEN THINGS WERE GOING RIGHT IN YOUR LIFE, YOU INVITED ME IN. YOU SAID YOU DIDN'T DESERVE THESE GOOD THINGS, AND I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO WOULD AGREE WITH YOU. TOGETHER, WE WERE ABLE TO DESTROY ALL THE GOOD THINGS IN YOUR LIFE.
PEOPLE DON'T TAKE ME SERIOUSLY. THEY TAKE STROKES AND HEART ATTACKS SERIOUSLY, EVEN DIABETES, THEY TAKE SERIOUSLY. FOOLS THAT THEY ARE!!
THEY DON'T KNOW THAT WITHOUT MY HELP, THESE THINGS WOULD NOT BE POSSIBLE. I AM SUCH A HATED DISEASE YET I DO NOT COME UNINVITED. YOU CHOOSE TO HAVE ME. SO MANY HAVE CHOSEN ME OVER REALITY, PEACE, AND SERENITY.
MORE THAN YOU HATE ME, I HATE ALL OF YOU WHO HAVE A 12 STEP PROGRAM.
YOUR PROGRAM, YOUR MEETINGS AND YOUR HIGHER POWER ALL WEAKEN ME AND DON'T LET ME FUNCTION IN THE MANNER I AM ACCUSTOMED TO.
NOW, I MUST LIE HERE QUIETLY. YOU DON'T SEE ME, BUT I AM GROWING BIGGER THAN EVER. ONLY WHEN YOU EXIST, MAY I LIVE. WHEN YOU LIVE, I ONLY EXIST.
BUT I AM HERE...AND UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN, IF WE MEET AGAIN, I WISH YOU CONTINUED SUFFERING AND DEATH!!!

ANONYMOUS...

I GOT THIS BACK IN THE YEAR 03/19/98 IN A PLACE CALLED "DACC"
A REHAB FOR DRUG ABUSERS. MY ONLY "DRUG" I WAS DEALING WITH IN HERE WAS MY DESIRE TO DRINK TOO MUCH.
I HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED READING WHAT THIS "DISEASE" ENJOYS MOST ACCORDING TO ONE'S OWN WEAKNESS'S AND SOMETIMES,A CALL FOR HELP.
IT WAS MY PLEASURE TO POST IT IN MY BLOG... & IT IS MY HOPE YOU GOT SOMTHING GOOD OUT OF IT*

LINDA

"Tears And Rain"

How I wish I could surrender my soul;
Shed the clothes that become my skin;
See the liar that burns within my needing.
How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.
How I wish I had screamed out loud,
Instead I've found no meaning.

I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.

How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;
Hold memory close at hand,
Help me understand the years.
How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.
How I wish I would save my soul.
I'm so cold from fear.

I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
Far, far away; find comfort in pain.
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.

Tears and Rain.

Tears and Rain.

Far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.



James Blunt

I see dreams in the sky,they are wanderers
They pass through the barriers
That we build all day long.
They disappear,and leave no evidence
Wishes in confidence
Revealed in a song.

When i look at what i am leaving behind
I've no regrets for all the tears i have cried.

My dreams if they could be true i'd gain my freedom for good
My dreams are vain and cruel
But the are all i need to face the gloom
The are beyond the white shores
Away from my room

I see dreams in the night,they are drifting far
To float over seas of stars
And reach for the moon
A silent kiss on the lips of Providence
Faith in pure innocence
When hope is gone soon

I began to see the world that i made
When i marched across the deserts and plains

My dreams if they could be true
I'd stay in a free world for good
But they are all i need
To face the gloom
They are beyond the wired fence
Away from this room

Everybody says that i am just another fool
Who flies with their fantasy
And talks to the moon,but who is the real fool?

My dreams are trembling lights
Guiding my way in the darkest nights
And the delicate wings of the butterflies
Through the wind and the rain
They can fly anyway
Through hypocrisy and pain!
 

I had a dream I was kneeling, at fifteen crosses on the hill
Not a whisper from the trees, everything was still,
I felt a sadness in my heart, an empty kind of pain,
Fifteen souls had gone away, only memories remained.
I tried to cry out to ease my grief,
Lifted my hands to heaven, prayed God's relief.
Not a sound or a word, emptiness abounds,
My sorrow overcoming, I began to drown.
Such bitter suffocation, I wish someone could hear,
Why we let this happen , in my dream nothing was clear.
I shook my fist to heaven and begged for reasons why,
But only silence spoke, offering no reply.
No sound came from my lips even as I screamed,
I prayed it's just a nightmare, an awful kind of dream.
Then I heard a choir of angels beckoning from above.
"The world is reaping hatred,"
"Because the world's not sowing love."
"You should embrace each other's differences no matter what they may be,"
"And enlighten each other with the hope of peace and unity."
When the angel finished speaking, she ended with a sigh,
Gazing down at fifteen crosses of fifteen souls who said goodbye.
Then the heavens opened up, the angels giving way,
up to the gates of heaven, Amazing grace began to play.
And as they left this Earthly realm the angels were downhearted looking
back at fifteen crosses of the recently departed.
A soft rain began falling, but no cloud was in the sky,
Then Jesus whispered to me, "This is how the angels cry."