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| | From: Jacque (Original Message) | Sent: 8/22/2006 6:16 AM |
An Angel's Cry I listened quietly and thought I heard an Angel cry Could this be? I turned my eyes and my soul toward the sky. There I found her, with others nigh What? Oh....could this be? My sorrow, my pain she held for me. I lowered my eyes and felt her still. Could this be? The gift of His love given to me by this Angel's will. |
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| | From: Jacque | Sent: 8/25/2006 6:03 PM |
The Penny I found a penny today, Just laying on the ground, But it's not just a penny, This little coin I've found.
Found pennies come from heaven, That's what my grandpa told to me, He said the angels tossed them down, Oh how I loved that story.
He said when an angel misses you, They toss a penny down, Sometimes just to cheer you up, To make a smile out of a frown.
So don't pass by that penny, When you're feeling blue, It may be a penny from heaven, That an angel's tossed to you.
So pass this on to the people, Who you feel are angels to you, I just did, And now an angel's watching over you. ~ Author Unknown |
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| | From: Jacque | Sent: 8/27/2006 9:21 PM |
Hello My Friend There is no particular reason for this letter. No forgotten birthday or anniversary. It's just me sitting here, quietly thinking about the important things in my life and I thought of you... <O:P></O:P> I wanted you to know, that you are important to me. My life, without you in it, would be markedly different. <O:P></O:P> The sun wouldn't shine as brightly, the flowers wouldn't smell as sweet, the days wouldn't be as warm, the nights would be oh so much longer and my smile would not beam as frequently. <O:P></O:P> ...Sometimes I may gush, sometimes I may mush... <O:P></O:P> But I want you to always know how much I care and how thankful I am, that you are part of my day. Author Unknown |
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| | From: Jacque | Sent: 8/30/2006 11:45 PM |
The Frogs A group of frogs were traveling through the woods, and two of them fell into a deep pit. All the other frogs gathered around the pit. When they saw how deep the pit was, they told the unfortunate frogs they would never get out. The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead.
Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were saying and simply gave up. He fell down and died. The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could.
Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and suffering and just die. He jumped even harder and finally made it out. When he got out, the other frogs asked him,
"Why did you continue jumping.
Didn't you hear us?" The frog explained to them that he was deaf. He thought they were encouraging him the entire time.
This story teaches two lessons:
1. There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it through the day.
2. A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes to kill them. Be careful of what you say. Speak life to those who cross your path.
The power of words....it is sometimes hard to understand that an encouraging word can go such a long way. Anyone can speak words that tend to rob another of the spirit to continue in difficult times. Special is the individual who will take the time to encourage another. -Author Unknown- |
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| | From: Jacque | Sent: 8/30/2006 11:49 PM |
Through Someone Else's Eyes Yesterday a butterfly Came floating gently through the sky. He soared up through the atmosphere Then drifted close enough to hear.
I said, "I'd love to fly with you And sail around the way you do. It looks like it would be such fun To fly up toward the summer sun.
But I have not your graceful charm. I haven't wings, just these two arms. I've been designed to walk around. My human feet must touch the ground.
Then magically he spoke to me and told me what his wish would be.
He said, "What I'd love most to do Is walk upon God's Earth with you, To squish it's mud between my toes Or touch my finger to my nose.
I'd love just once to walk around With human feet to touch the ground, But I have not two legs that swing, I haven't arms, just these two wings."
And so we went our separate ways In wonder and surprise. For we'd both seen God's precious gifts Through someone else's eyes. -Author Unknown-
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| | From: Jacque | Sent: 8/30/2006 11:50 PM |
Cure For Sorrow There is an old Chinese tale about a woman whose only son died. In her grief, she went to the holy man and said, "What prayers, what magical incantations do you have to bring my son back to life ?"
Instead of sending her away or reasoning with her, he said to her, "Fetch me a mustard seed from a home that has never known sorrow. We will use it to drive the sorrow out of your life." The woman went off at once in search of that magical mustard seed.
She came first to a splendid mansion, knocked at the door, and said, "I am looking for a home that has never known sorrow. Is this such a place ? It is very important to me."
They told her, "You've certainly come to the wrong place," and began to describe all the tragic things that recently had befallen them.
The woman said to herself, "Who is better able to help these poor, unfortunate people that I, who have had misfortune of my my own?" She stayed to comfort them, then went on in search of a home that had never known sorrow. But wherever she turned, in hovels and in other places, she found one tale after another of sadness and misfortune. She became so involved in ministering to other people's grief that ultimately she forgot about her quest for the magical mustard seed, never realizing that it had, in fact, driven the sorrow out of her life.
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| | From: Jacque | Sent: 8/30/2006 11:51 PM |
Never Mind Sometimes when nothing goes just right And worry reigns supreme, When heartache fills the eyes with mist And all things useless seem, There's just one thing can drive away The tears that scald and blind -- Someone to slip a strong arm 'round And whisper, "Never mind." No one has ever told just why Those words such comfort bring; Nor why that whisper makes our cares Depart on hurried wing. Yet troubles say a quick "Good-day," We leave them far behind When someone slips an arm around, And whispers, "Never mind." But love must prompt that soft caress- That love must, aye, be true Or at that tender, clinging touch No heart ease come to you, But if the arm be moved by love, Sweet comfort you will find When someone slips an arm around, And whispers, "Never mind!" -Author Unknown- |
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| From: Jacque | Sent: 8/30/2006 11:54 PM |
Dirt Roads What's mainly wrong with society today is that too many Dirt Roads have been paved.
There's not a problem in America today, crime, drugs, education, divorce, delinquency that wouldn't be remedied, if we just had more Dirt Roads, because Dirt Roads give character.
People that live at the end of Dirt Roads learn early on that life is a bumpy ride.
That it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but it's worth it, if at the end is home...a loving spouse, happy kids and a dog.
We wouldn't have near the trouble with our educational system if our kids got their exercise walking a Dirt Road with other kids, from whom they learn how to get along.
There was less crime in our streets before they were paved.
Criminals didn't walk two dusty miles to rob or rape, if they knew they'd be welcomed by 5 barking dogs and a double barrel shotgun.
And there were no drive by shootings.
Our values were better when our roads were worse!
People did not worship their cars more than their kids, and motorists were more courteous, they didn't tailgate by riding the bumper or the guy in front would choke you with dust & bust your windshield with rocks.
Dirt Roads taught patience.
Dirt Roads were environmentally friendly. You didn't hop in your car for a quart of milk, you walked to the barn for your milk.
For your mail, you walked to the mail box.
What if it rained and the Dirt Road got washed out? That was the best part, then you stayed home and had some family time, roasted marshmallows and popped popcorn and pony road on Daddy's shoulders and learned how to make prettier quilts than anybody.
At the end of Dirt Roads, you soon learned that bad words tasted like soap.
Most paved roads lead to trouble. Dirt Roads more likely lead to a fishing creek or a swimming hole.
At the end of a Dirt Road, the only time we even locked our car was in August, because if we didn't some neighbor would fill it with too much zucchini.
At the end of a Dirt Road, there was always extra springtime income, from when city dudes would get stuck, you'd have to hitch up a team and pull them out. Usually you got a dollar... always you got a new friend...
at the end of a Dirt Road.
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