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Women have strengths that amaze men.

  • They carry children, they carry hardships, they carry burdens but they hold happiness, love and joy.

They smile when they want to scream.

  • They sing when they want to cry.
  • They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous
  • They fight for what they believe in.
  • They stand against injustice.
  • They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution.

They go without new shoes so their children can have them.

  • They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
  • They love unconditionally.
  • They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards.

They are happy when they hear about a birth or a new marriage.

  • Their hearts break when a friend dies.
  • They have sorrow at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left.
  • They know that a hug and a kiss can help heal a broken heart.

Women come in all colors, shapes and shapes.

  • They'll drive, fly, run or write, to show how much they care about you.
  • The heart of a woman is what helps the world keep turning.
  • Women do more than just give birth.
  • They give hope and joy.
  • They give moral support to their family and friends.
  • They give compassion and ideals.
  • Women have a lot to say and a lot to give.
 

Every day I need Thee,

  • Lord, but this day specially.

I need some extra strength

  • to face whatever is to be...

This day more than any day

I need to feel Thee near

    • to fortify my courage
  • and to overcome my fear.

By myself I cannot meet

  • the challenge of the hour.

There are times when

  • human creatures
  • need a higher Power-
  • to help them bear
  • what must be borne.

And so, dear Lord, I pray

    • hold on
  • to my trembling hand
  • and be with me today.
 

Many people view the mountain,

  • But few ever want to climb.
  • For when you scale the mountain
  • you must leave the crowd behind.

There's a mountain that God offers

  • Those who climb it must be true,
  • Its peak's called full-time service
  • and it beckons me and you.

Will you dare to climb the mountain

  • though at times you'll feel alone?
  • Will you be a missionary,
  • leave the comfort of your home?

Now the way--it won't be easy--

  • many folks won't understand.
  • But there'll be applause in heaven
  • and the Lord will hold your hand.

You won't hear loud cheers and trumpets

  • When you tell folks of your plans.
  • They'll say "Why climb the mountain?"
  • "Why not play in the sand?"

But the voice still rings from heaven,

  • "Give me men to match my mountains High"
  • Men who won't give up--
  • who'll reach the top or die.

As you journey up the mountain,

  • you'll feel the cold winds blow,
  • And at times youll get discouraged
  • and your steps began to slow.

If you will just keep on the trail,

  • and refuse to turn around,
  • you can stand atop the mountain,
  • No better place is found.

When you stand there at the summit

  • with the world all far below,
  • You'll see the sights reserved for climbers
  • and your heart will seem to glow.

The guide that led you to the top

  • will be there at setting sun
  • and whisper at the end of the climb,
  • "Let's go home and rest, well done."

-- Author Unknown

 

People always said they could see

  • a certain magic
  • between the father and his daughter.
  • Even when she was just a toddler (and he just a graduate student)
  • there was an open, visible, two-way pride...
  • and for sixteen years since then, it had grown... his joy in
  • all she had learned, all she had become, and mostly
  • in the fact that she was his daughter...
  • her joy in all he was and all he stood for, and mostly
  • in the fact that he was her daddy.
  • (And that was still his name,
  • because she still felt the same simple love and
  • respect
  • that she had when "Daddy" was the first
  • and only
  • word she could say.)
  • Between them, a total openness and love and trust had developed...
  • so complete that facades and competition and the need to prove
  • had never even flickered into the relationship...
  • and such a oneness that the sharing of a happy memory
  • stirred more joy
  • than the original event,
  • and the sharing of troubles came as second nature.
  • She knew things about herself when she was with him
  • that she didn't know when she was alone...
  • and so did he.

Long walks happened between them now...

  • sometimes for reasons, sometimes for none, and brought about
  • a communication so complete
  • that both felt a lingering awareness of a third present entity...
  • a clarifying catalystic force
  • that transcended the words they spoke
  • and telegraphed feeling,
  • heart to heart.

One clear soft evening

  • in autumn,
  • beneath the lofting elms that shrouded their street,
  • she slipped her hand into his and whispered above the stillness,
  • "Daddy... what is the most important thing of all?"
  • It was a silly question in a way... a profound one in another...
  • She knew it was... but it was a night for questions like that...
  • they had time.

The father thought as they walked,

  • for serveral silent minutes,
  • and then he gave his daughter the right answer
  • in one word:
  • "Relationships."

The thought had never come to him like that before,

  • yet as he said it, he knew it had a kind of inspiration
  • and his mind formulated questions to teach his daughter
  • what he felt.

"Can you think of a single better measurement of happiness

  • than the number and depth of the relationships
  • a person has?"
  • The moonlight caught her hair as her head turned,
  • "Certainly not money... not possessions... maybe testimony
  • and conviction that God lives...
  • but that is a relationship, isn't it...
  • with God?"
  • His thoughts rushed to catch hers,
  • "What is that relationship... with God... what is its nature?"
  • "Parent-Child."
  • "You know, we say it so often... I wonder if we really hear it.
  • Does the phrase 'I am a child of God' stop in your mind
  • as it goes through your ears?
  • And how many do you think really believe the phrase..
  • (Assuming that understanding it is prerequisite to believing it)?"
  • "Not many, Daddy...
  • if we did
  • we would spend more time seeking to strengthen and improve that
  • one relationship."

He nodded, then went on, teaching himself as he taught her...

  • "Is there anything you can take with you... from this life
  • to the next
  • other than the relationships you have formed?"
  • She paused for some time... formulating what she thought was
  • a full answer,
  • "To be able to retain our relationships beyond this earth
  • must be our greatest blessing...
  • but there is more that we can take...
  • Knowledge, judgment, capacities... all that we become
  • internally
  • while we are here."
  • They walked on in silence for a few moments and then
  • her definition of "relationships" expanded to match his
  • and she went on,
  • "Relationships with self... that's what all of these things are."

From that plateau, he reached again,

  • "Is there anything else? I mean
  • if a person was suddenly voided of all the relationships he had...
  • would there be anything left?"
  • "No... nothing...
  • except maybe the potential to build new relationships."

Now their thoughts leap-frogged past each others'.

  • Her answers went beyond his questions and bounced his mind
  • into deeper perspectives.
  • "Can't almost everything be translated into a relationship...
  • our problems,
  • our fulfillments,
  • our concerns and worries, our joys and pleasures...
  • don't all stem from one relationship or another...
  • and if they do, why don't we focus more effort
  • on relationships?"
  • "I don't know, Daddy... I guess partly because we all work
  • so hard on achievement...
  • on getting things done and on gaining material things.
  • That word is really the villian, isn't it?... "Things"...
  • things are the antithesis of people;
  • and that's the choice we face so often...
  • people or things...
  • relationships or achivements...
  • taking time to get to know someone or getting another thing done.
  • Why is it that we usually choose the thing over the person,
  • even when we know that the thing is temporary
  • and the person is forever?"
  • Now he was answering instead of asking,
  • "Maybe...
  • maybe because we think of relationships not as ends in themselves
  • but as the means to other ends.
  • When you think about it, our 'relating' usually takes one
  • of two forms...
  • either it is small talk, for social reasons,
  • with no motives;
  • or it has ulterior motives of achieving some objective...
  • some thing other than the relationship itself."

"Daddy, how many real relationships do you have? And

  • how many
  • do you need?"
  • "I don't know... I mean, I guess that
  • it depends on what a real relationship is.
  • What constitutes one... what are the essential ingredients?
  • What do we mean when we say
  • 'a real relationship'?"
  • So they built a mental list as their walking ruslted the leaves
  • underfoot.
  • First the father, then the daughter...
  • stimulating each other's thought...
  • setting up an expanded defintion of an ideal relationship
  • and of what it would contain:

Investment of time... together

  • Trust
  • Openness
  • Honesty - Integrity
  • Shared experiences
  • Background knowledge
  • Personality insight
  • Respect
  • Interest
  • Concern
  • Admiration
  • Commonality
  • Commitment
  • Giving of one's self
  • Empathy
  • Understanding
  • Communication
  • Patience
  • Love
  • Sincerity
  • Delight
  • Participation
  • Challenge
  • Stimulation
  • Progression
  • Tolerance
  • Listening
  • Receiving
  • Sharing

Finally, a longer silence signaled that the list

  • was done,
  • at least for then.
  • They had walked a mile, the moon was higher...
  • "Can you imagine the value of one relationship possessing all
  • these qualities?
  • Can you even compare it with anything else?"

The conversation shifted from question to answer

  • to question to question
  • because
  • some questions needed no verbal answers
  • and others needed reflection and pondering beyond that one
  • crisp evening:
  • "How many of the 'relationship components' in the list
  • apply to a relationship with God?
  • to a relationship with self?"
  • "How many real relationships do
  • you
  • have... (if the list is your criteria)?
  • How many should you have... (if 'should' is defined as
  • 'prerequisite to happiness')?"
  • How many do you need... (if 'need' is defined as
  • 'essential to exaltation')?"
  • "Is a deep relationship selfish
  • or selfless?
  • or both?"
  • "Is there anything more exciting
  • than really relating to someone?
  • Is there any thrill
  • to match?"

(Her hand tightened on his fingers, and performed the answer

  • to the last question.)

They turned for home

  • but the talk continued on that and other nights...
  • and focused
  • on Relationships with Self
  • Relationships with God
  • Relationships with Family...
  • for they are the three that are essential
  • to exaltation
  • And they are the three on which the full Gospel sheds
  • so much
  • unique and additional light.

Introduction to 'Relationships... Self... Family... God' -- Paul H. Dunn and Richard M. Eyre

 

You are somebody special

  • We love you the way you are.
  • Develop the best within you
  • And reach for every star.

You are somebody special

  • But you must do your part
  • To find what lies inside you,
  • The beauty within your heart.

You are somebody special

  • Remember that always please.
  • And if you ever forget it
  • Then get down on your knees.

You are somebody special

  • A daughter of God, you know.
  • Each time you look in this mirror
  • It's sure to tell you so.

-- Author Unknown

 

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,

  • When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
  • When the funds are low, and the debts are high,
  • And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
  • When care is pressing you down a bit,
  • Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,

  • As every one of us sometimes learns,
  • And many a failure turns about,
  • When you might have won, had you stuck it out.

Don't give up though the pace seems slow,

  • You may succeed with another blow.
  • Success is failure turned inside out -
  • The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
  • And you never can tell how close you are.
  • It may be near when it seems so far.

So try your best and give it all you've got.

  • Don't look at others and wish you had their lot.
  • Just stick to the fight when you're hardest hit -
  • It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
 

There's a special kind of closeness that only families know

  • That starts off with a childhood trust and deepens as you grow.
  • There's a special kind of happiness in sharing little things,
  • The laughter, smiles and quiet talks that daily living brings.

There's a special kind of comfort in knowing your family's there,

  • To back you up, to cheer you up, to understand and care.
  • Of all the treasures life may bring, your family means the most,
  • And whether near or far apart that love will hold you close.

-- Author Unknown

 

I gave you life but I cannot live it for you.

I can teach you things but I cannot make you learn.

I can give you direction but I cannot push you there.

I can allow you freedom but I cannot account for it.

I can take you to church but I cannot make you believe.

I can teach you right from wrong but I cannot decide for you.

I can buy you beautiful clothes but I cannot make you beautiful inside.

I can teach you to respect but I cannot force you to show honour.

I can offer you advice but I cannot take it for you.

I can give you love but I cannot force it upon you.

I can teach you to share but I cannot make you unselfish.

I can advise you about your friends but I cannot choose them for you.

I can explain about the facts of life but I cannot build your reputation.

I can tell you about drugs but I cannot say No for you.

I can warn you about sin but I cannot make your morals.

I can help you set goals but I cannot achieve them for you.

I can teach you about kindness but I cannot force you to be gracious.

I can pray for you but I cannot make you walk with God.

I can tell you how to live but I cannot give you eternal life.

-- Author Unknown

 

If you think you are beaten you are;

  • If you think you dare not, you don't
  • If you like to win, but think you can't
  • It's almost a cinch you won't.

If you think you'll lose you've lost

  • For out in the world you'll find
  • Success begins with a person's will
  • It's all in the state of mind.

If you think you are outclassed you are,

  • You've got to think big to rise,
  • You've got to be sure of yourself before
  • You can win a prize.

Life's battles don't always go

  • To the stronger or faster man,
  • But sooner or later the man who wins,
  • Is the man who thinks he can.

-- Walter D Wintle

 

You don't have to tell how you live each day,

  • You don't have to say if you work or play,
  • A tried, true barrometer serves in it's place,
  • However you live, it shows in your face.

The false, the deceit you wear in your heart

  • Will not stay inside where it first got it's start;
  • For sinew and blood are a thin veil of lace'
  • However you live, it shows in your face.

If you have battled and won in the great game of life,

  • If you feel that you've conquered the sorrow and strife,
  • If you've played the game fair and you stand on first base,
  • You don't have to tell it,It shows in your face.

If your life's been unselfish and for others you live,

  • Not for what you get, but for what you can give,
  • If you live close to God in his infinite grace'
  • You don''t have to tell it -- It shows in your face.
 
  • Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
  • Life is a beauty, admire it.
  • Life is bliss, taste it.
  • Life is a dream, realise it.
  • Life is a challenge, meet it.
  • Life is a duty, complete it.
  • Life is a game, play it.
  • Life is costly, care for it.
  • Life is wealth, keep it.
  • Life is love, enjoy it.
  • Life is mystery, know it.
  • Life is a promise, fulfill it.
  • Life is sorrow, overcome it.
  • Life is a song, sing it.
  • Life is a struggle, accept it.
  • Life is tragedy, confront it.
  • Life is an adventure, dare it.
  • Life is luck, make it.
  • Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
  • Life is life, fight for it!

-- Mother Teresa

 

I am a special prayer rock, and this is what I do,

  • You put me on your pillow until the day is through,
  • Then when it's coming night-time and you jump into your bed -
  • Whack! Your special prayer rock will hit you on the head!
  • That's how you will remember to get up and say your prayer.
  • Then dump me on the floor and until morning I'll stay there.

When you get up next morning, then clunk! I'll stub your toe,

  • So you will quickly think about your morning prayer, you know.
  • Then back on to your pillow, before you start your day,
  • Your clever little prayer rock once again will help you pray.
  • When we forget to say our prayers, our days are not the same
  • We need our Heavenly Father's help to reach our highest aim.

-- Author Unknown

 
  • I knelt to pray but not for long,
  • I had too much to do.
  • I had to hurry and get to work
  • For bills would soon be due.
  • So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
  • And jumped up off my knees.
  • My Christian duty was now done
  • My soul could rest at ease.
  • All day long I had no time
  • To spread a word of cheer.
  • No time to speak of Christ to friends,
  • They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
  • No time, no time, too much to do,
  • That was my constant cry,
  • No time to give to souls in need
  • But at last the time, the time to die.
  • I went before the Lord,
  • I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
  • For in his hands God held a book;
  • It was the book of life.
  • God looked into his book and said
  • "Your name I cannot find.
  • I once was going to write it down...
  • But never found the time"
 

I got up early one morning

  • And rushed right into the day.
  • I had so much work to accomplish
  • That I didn't have time to pray.

Problems came tumbling about me

  • And heavier came every task.
  • "Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered.
  • He answered, "But you didn't ask."

I wanted to see joy and beauty

  • But the day dragged on, sadly and bleak.
  • I wondered why God didn't show me.
  • He said, "But you didn't seek."

I tried to come into God's presence.

  • I used all the keys at the lock.
  • God gently and lovingly chided,
  • "My child, but you didn't knock."

So I woke up early this morning,

  • And paused before entering the day.
  • I had so much work to accomplish,
  • That I had to take time to pray.

-- Author Unknown

 

Smiling is infectious,

  • you catch it like the flu,
  • When someone smiled at me today,
  • I started smiling too.

I passed around the corner

  • and someone saw my grin
  • When he smiled, I realized
  • I'd passed it on to him.

I thought about that smile,

  • then I realized its worth.
  • A single smile, just like mine,
  • could travel round the earth.

So, if you feel a smile begin,

  • don't leave it undetected...
  • Let's start an epidemic quick,
  • and get the world infected!

Keep the smile going by

  • sending this on to a friend.
  • Everyone needs a smile once in a while!
 

Take time for work; it is the price of success.

Take time to think; it is the source of power.

Take time to play; it is the secret of youth.

Take time to read; it is the fountain of wisdom.

Take time to be friendly; it is the road to happiness.

Take time to dream; it's hitching your wagon to a star.

Take time to love; it is the highest joy of life.

Take time to laugh; it is music to the soul.

 
  • I
  • read
  • about
  • the reason
  • migrating geese
  • fly in a V-formation.
  • Each goose flapping its
  • wings creates an upward
  • lift for the goose that fol-
  • lows. When all the geese do
  • their part, the whole flock has
  • a 71% greater flying range than if
  • each bird were to fly alone. Also when
  • a goose begins to lag behind, the others
  • 'honk' it into position. The teamwork appli-
  • cations here are tremendous. I am sure it is at
  • least 71% easier to work the teamwork way flying
  • in the flock' than trying it alone, and it is good to
  • have the advantage of being moved back into position if
  • we stray from our goals.

That's What Teamwork Is All About!

 
  • What will this school year be like?
  • Who will I sit next to?
  • What will my teacher be like?
  • Will my pimples go away?
  • Will I get a date?
  • What will I be?
  • Will I make friends easy?
  • Will they like my haircut?
  • Who will save the whales?
  • Buy lunch or take it?
  • Hair long or short?
  • Cricket or tennis?
  • English or science?
  • Maths or art?
  • Bus or bike?
  • Will I pass?
  • Rap or metal?
  • Does the Easter Bunny really exist?
  • Is there life after thirty?
  • What is love?
  • Who am I?
  • What am I going to wear?

-- Author Unknown

 

I got up early one morning and rushed right into the day;

  • I had so much to accomplish that I didn't have time to pray.

Problems just tumbled about me, and heavier came each task;

  • "Why doesn't God help me?" I wondered.
  • He answered, "You didn't ask."

I wanted to see joy and beauty, but the day toiled on gray and bleak;

  • I wondered why God didn't show me.
  • He said: "But you didn't seek."

I tried to come into God's presence; I used all my keys at the lock.

  • God gently and lovingly chided,
  • "My child, you didn't knock."

I woke up early this morning and paused before entering the day;

  • I has so much to accomplish that I had to take time to pray.

-- Author Unknown

 

There once was an oyster whose story I'll tell,

  • Who found that some sand had worked under his shell.
  • Just one little grain but it gave him a pain,
  • For oysters have feelings that are very plain.

Now did he berate this working of fate,

  • That left him in such a deplorable state?
  • Did he curse the government, call for an election,
  • And say that the sea should have some protection?

Well, years passed by, as years always do,

  • Till he came to his destiny - oyster stew!
  • But the small grain of sand that bothered him so,
  • Was a beautiful pearl, all richly aglow.

Now this tale has a moral, for isn't it grand,

  • What an oyster can do with a small grain of sand?
  • And what couldn't we do if we'd only begin
  • With all of the things that get under our skin?

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