LEARNING TO LET GO
God hath not promised
Skies always blue
Flower-strewn pathways
All our lives through
Sun without rain
Joy without sorrow
Peace without pain
But God hath promised
Strength for the day
Rest for the labor,
Light for the way
Grace for the trials
Help from above,
Unfailing sympathy
Undying love.
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LORD LET ME LAUGH AGAIN
BUT NEVER LET ME FORGET
THAT I CRIED
Nov. 1, 1998
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Author: unknown
God only you can mend hearts and mine is in a million pieces. Things that I thought would come to pass were all lies, and I was so badly deceived and fooled. Take this pain from me now and turn it for good....And to start the healing process, I CHOOSE to forgive HIM and to let HIM GO!!!!
Always your daughter, Deb
Thank YOU DarkKnight34 and Lib, U guys are wonderfull...God BLESSED me when he sent u two into my life....U gave me back what i thought i had lost or was taken for me.....Hugs to u both!!!!!!!
November 27, 1998
You are Worthy~
Do not undermine your worth
By comparing yourself with others.
It is because we are different
That each of us is special.
Do not set your goals
By what other people deem important.
Only you know what is best for you.
Do not take for granted
The things closest to your heart.
Cling to them as you would your life.
For without them, life is meaningless.
Do not let your life slip through your fingers
By living in the past nor for the future.
By living your life one day at a time,
You live all the days of your life.
Do not give up
When you still have something to give.
Nothing is really over
Until the moment you stop trying.
It is a fragile thread
That binds us to each other.
Do not be afraid to encounter risks.
It is by taking chances
That we learn to be brave.
Do not shut love out of your life
By saying it is impossible to find.
The quickest way to receive love is to give love;
The fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly.
In addition,
The best way to keep love is to give it wings.
Do not dismiss your dreams.
To be without dreams is to be without hope,
To be without hope is to be without purpose.
Do not run through life
So fast that you forget not only where you have
been
But also where you are going.
Life is not a race but a journey
To be savored each step of the way.
So smile.... and let the sun shine through.
For there's someone,
somewhere, watching over you.
~ Author Unknown ~
This was sent by a wonderful Earthly Angel, Dark Knight...who has a sensitve spirit like i have never seen before in a man!!!!!
The Beauty of a Woman
The beauty of a woman, isn't in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman, must be seen from in her eyes
Because that's the doorway to her heart, the place where
love resides.
The beauty of a woman, isn't in a facial mole,
but true beauty in a woman, is reflected by her soul.
It's the caring that she cares to give, the passion that she
shows,
And the beauty of a woman, with passing years, only grows.
I wish you bright mornings and warm, sunny days,
Soft shade to cool you from sweltering rays,
Raindrops, a few, from some cloud floating by,
Rainbows thereafter to color your sky.
Rambling rivers and great shining seas,
Mountains and forests with towering trees,
Hillsides and valleys, all flower-festooned,
Nature that nurtures whomever's attuned.
A faithful companion who'll stay by your side,
Children to care for, to love and to guide,
Enough work to do with enough time for play
Then restful sleep at the close of the day.
Friends when you need them and when they need you,
Something to spend, just as much as will do
A heart full of laughter; perhaps a few tears,
A faith you can follow through all of your years.
Then, fearlessly facing your last setting sun,
As you contemplate all the deeds you have done,
Recalling a life that's been more than worthwhile,
Perhaps you will pause and give thanks with a smile.
Author Unknown
A STORY TO LIVE BY
My brother-in-law opened the bottom drawer
of my sister's bureau and lifted out
a tissue-wrapped package.
"This," he said,"is not a slip. This is
lingerie."
He discarded the tissue and handed me the slip.
It was exquisite; silk, handmade and trimmed
with a cobweb of lace. The price tag with an
astronomical figure,on it was still attached.
"Jan bought this the first time we went to New York,
at least 8 or 9 years ago.She never wore it.
She was saving it for a special occasion.
Well, I guess this is the occasion."
He took the slip from me and put it on the bed
with the other clothes we were taking to the mortician.
His hands lingered on the soft material for a moment,
then he slammed the drawer shut and turned to me.
"Don't ever save anything for a special occasion.
Every day you're alive is a special occasion."
I remembered those words through the funeral and
the days that followed when I helped him and my niece
attend to all the sad chores that follow an unexpected death.
I thought about them on the plane returning to California
from the Midwestern town where my sister's family lives.
I thought about all the things that she hadn't
seen or heard or done.
I thought about the things that she had done
without realizing that they were special.
I'm still thinking about his words, and they've changed my life.
I'm reading more and dusting less.
I'm sitting on the deck
and admiring the view without fussing about
the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with
my family and friends, and less time in committee meetings.
Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of
experience to savor, not endure.
I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.
I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and
crystal for
every special event-such as losing a pound,
getting the sink unstopped, the first Camellia blossom.
I wear my good blazer to the market if I feel like it.
My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49
for one small bag of groceries without winching.
I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties.
Clerks in hardware stores and tellers in banks
have noses that function as well as my party-going friends'.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing
their grip on my
vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to
see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what my sister
would have done had she known that she wouldn't be here for the
tomorrow we all take for granted. I think she would have called
family
members and a few close friends. She might have called a few
former
friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles.
I like to think she would have gone out for a Chinese dinner,
her favorite food. I'm guessing-
I'll never know.
It's those little things left undone that would make
me angry if I knew that my hours were limited.
Angry because I put off seeing good Friends whom
I was going to get in touch with-someday.
Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended
to write-one of these days.
Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and daughter
often enough how much I truly love them.
I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save
anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives.
And every morning when I open my eyes,
I tell myself that it is special.
Every day, every minute, every breath truly is...a gift from God.
You've got to dance like nobody's watching,
and love like it's never going to hurt.
People say true friends must always hold hands,
but true friends don't need to hold hands
because they know the other hand will
always be there.
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