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No, Don't Stop. Read Til The End.


When you break her heart===[ the pain NEVER really goes away ]
WHEN SHE MISSES YOU===[ SHES HURTING INSIDE]
When she says its over===[ she STILL wants you to be hers ]
When she reposts this bulletin===[ she wants you to read it ]
When she walks away from you mad===[ Follow her]
When she stare's at your mouth===[ Kiss her ]
When she pushes you or hit's you===[ Grab her and don’t let go ]
When she start's cursing at you===[ Kiss her and tell her you love her ]
When she's quiet===[ Ask her what’s wrong]
When she ignore's you===[ Give her your attention]
When she pulls away==[ Pull her back ]
When you see her at her worst===[ Tell her she's beautiful ]
When you see her start crying==[Just hold her and don’t say a word ]
When you see her walking==[ Sneak up and hug her waist from behind ]
When she's scared===[ Protect her ]
When she lay's her head on your shoulder===[ Tilt her head up and kiss her ]
When she steal's your favorite hat==[ Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night]
When she tease's you===[ Tease her back and make her laugh ]
When she doesn’t answer for a long time===[ reassure her that everything is okay ]
When she looks at you with doubt==[ Back yourself up with the TRUTH]
When she says that she likes you==[ she really does more than you could understand ]
When she grab's at your hands===[ Hold her's and play with her fingers ]
When she bump's into you===[ bump into her back and make her laugh ]
When she tells you a secret===[ keep it safe and untold]
When she looks at you in your eyes===[ don’t look away until she does]
- Stay on the phone with her even if she’s not saying anything
-DON'T let her have the last word.
- call gorgeous or beautiful
- Say you love her more than she could ever love you
- Argue that she is the best girl ever
- When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go
- When she says she's ok don’t believe it, talk with her
- because 10 yrs later she'll remember you
- Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her
- Call her before you sleep and after you wake up
- Treat her like she's all that matters to you
- Tease her and let her tease you back
-Stay up all night with her when she's sick
- Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid
- Give her the world
- Let her wear your clothes
- When she's bored and sad, hang out with her
- Let her know she's important.
- Kiss her in the pouring rain
- When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is;
"Who's butt am I kicking today sweetheart?"

It was written by an 8-year-old named Danny Dutton, who
lives in Chula Vista, CA. He wrote it for his third grade homework
assignment, to "explain God." I wonder if any of us could have done as
well ?

[ ... and he had such an assignment, in California, and
someone published it, I guess miracles do happen ! .. ]





EXPLANATION OF GOD:

"One of God's main jobs is making people. He makes them
to replace the ones that die, so there will be enough people to take
care of things on earth. He doesn't make grownups, just babies I think
because they are smaller and easier to make. That way he doesn't have to
take up his valuable time teaching them to talk and walk. He can just
leave that to mothers and fathers."



"God's second most important job is listening to
prayers. An awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers
and things, pray at times beside s bedtime. God doesn't have time to
listen to the radio or TV because of this. Because he hears everything,
there must be a terrible lot of noise in his ears, unless he has thought
of a way to turn it off."



"God sees everything and hears everything and is
everywhere which keeps Him pretty busy. So you shouldn't go wasting his
time by going over your mom and dad's head asking for something they
said you couldn't have."



"Atheists are people who don't believe in God. I don't
think there are any in Chula Vista . At least there aren't any who come
to our church."



"Jesus is God's Son. He used to do all the hard work,
like walking on water and performing miracles and trying to teach the
people who didn't want to learn about God. They finally got tired of him
preaching to them and they crucified him But he was good and kind, like
his father, and he told his father that they didn't know what they were
doing and to forgive them and God said O.K."



"His dad (God) appreciated everything that he had done
and all his hard work on earth so he told him he didn't have to go out
on the road anymore. He could stay in heaven. So he did. And now he
helps his dad out by listening to prayers and seeing things which are
important for God to take care of and which ones he can take care of
himself without having to bother God. Like a secretary, only more
important."



"You can pray anytime you want and they are sure to help
you because they got it worked out so one of them is on duty all the
time."



"You should always go to church on Sunday because it
makes God happy, and if there's anybody you want to make happy, it's
God!



Don't skip church to do something you think will be more
fun like going to the beach. This is wrong. And besides the sun doesn't
come out at the beach until noon anyway."



"If you don't believe in God, besides being an atheist,
you will be very lonely, because your parents can't go everywhere with
you, like to camp, but God can. It is good to know He's around you when
you're scared, in the dark or when you can't swim and you get thrown
into real deep water by big kids."



"But...you shouldn't just always think of what God can
do for you. I figure God put me here and he can take me back anytime he
pleases.



And...that's why I believe in God."

For all those reading this, I am first going to tell you that this blog is written based on my beliefs and in no way do I mean to offend anyone.   July 19, 2006 at 8:36pm, my grandmother (gramma) passed away from breast cancer.  She was a mighty warior for God, and her faith was the strongest I have seen in anyone.  Her husband (pappaw) was a pastor.  He has been a pastor all my life and I am pretty sure all throughout his kids lives too.  During the time my grandmother got diagnosed with cancer, God told my grandfather that he could step down as pastor for the time being, but what no one in my family knew was that this year, 2008, God would be giving my grandfather one final message that would be told around the world.  God gave this message to my grandfather sort of as a last warning to people of this world to say that Jesus is coming back, and He is coming sooner than we realize. Are you ready for God to call us up?  Take a look at your life, and see exactly what you are living for.  It’s time for us, Christians, to stand up for what we believe is right.  Do not let fear control what you say or do.  God IS your father and He WILL take care of His children.  He has called us to be kings and priests (Rev. 1:6).  Kings, to stand up and have authority over Satan and his demons, and priests to humble ourselves among other Christians so we can learn and grow stronger in our walk with Christ. So, as a Christian, I am challenging other Christians to take what God has given you, be strong in your faith, and go out into the world and share with others the REAL TRUTH.  In Rev. 22 Jesus tells us four different times he is coming back quickly.  Do not take this warning lightly.  He is coming.  It’s time to get prepared.

Hello all!!  I just wanted to share another poem with you all that I wrote about someone i really care about.  I got the idea of the underlined word from my friend, Jessie, but read the underlined word/phraee twice, because it goes with the statement afterward.  Hope you enjoy!!  =]

Broken heart
That loves
Me more than words can explain
Why he gets hurt
Everyday
He's in pain
That doesn't affect how he treats others
Don't know what he has hidden
Deep in his soul is brokeness
That people can't mend
His body Lord
Change his thoughts
That consume his heart
Soul, mind, and spirit are of the world
Has corupted his ways
Can be changed by You
Are his only hope
Pray, and wait is all I can do
Something **[R A D I C A L]** God

I got this in an email and decided to share it with everyone....enjoy :)

Do you believe we can take God at His word?  Call upon His name, and
then stand back and watch His wonders to behold.  This scripture gives
us, as Christians, ownership of this land and the ability to call upon
God to heal it.  I challenge you to do so.  We have never been more
desperate than now for God to heal our land.  This election is the
scariest I remember in my lifetime.
     2 Chronicles 7:14 "If my people, which are called by my name,
shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face and turn from their
wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin,
and will heal their land."

During WWII, there was an advisor to Churchill who organized a group of
people who dropped what they were doing every night at a prescribed hour
for one minute to collectively pray for the safety of England, its
people and peace.  This had an amazing effect as bombing stopped. There
is now a group of people organizing the same thing here in America. The
United States of America and our citizens need prayer more than ever!!!


If you would like to participate: each evening at 9:00 PM Eastern Time
(8:00 PM Central, 7:00 PM Mountain, 6:00 PM Pacific), stop whatever you
are doing and spend one minute praying for the safety of the United
States, our troops, our citizens, for peace in the world, the up-coming
election, that the Bible will again be the basis for the laws governing
our land and that Christianity will grow in the U.S.

If you know anyone who would like to participate, please pass this
along.  Someone said if people really understood the full extent of the
power we have available through prayer, we might be speechless. Our
prayers are the most powerful asset we have.

Thank You. Please pass this on to anyone who you think will want to
join us. 

God Bless You!!!

17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote.." It also was the last.

Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.

The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him."

Brian's Essay: The Room...
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order.

But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.

And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content.

Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.

A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at ." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents.

Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Bad Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.

I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.

And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.

No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own.

He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.

He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-Phil. 4:13 "For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." If you feel the same way forward it so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?

It is a Good Day

A  blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. 
He held up  a sign which said: 'I am blind, please help.'
There were  only  a few  coins in the hat.
A man was walking by. He took a few coins from  his pocket and dropped them into
the hat. He then took the sign, turned  it around, and wrote some words. He put
the sign back so that  everyone
who walked by would see the new words.
Soon the hat  began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind
boy.  That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things
were.  The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, 'Were u the one who changed 
my sign this morning? What did u write?'
The man said, 'I only  wrote the truth. I said what u said but in a different 
way.'
What he had written was: 'Today is a beautiful day  and I cannot see it.'
Do you think the first sign & the  second sign were saying the same thing? Of
course both signs  told people the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy  was blind. The
second sign told people they were so lucky that they were  not blind. Should we
be surprised that the second sign was more  effective?

Moral of the Story:
Thank God for what you have. Praise him in all you do.
Be creative. Be  innovative.
Think differently and positively.
Invite the people  towards good with wisdom.
Live life with no excuse and love with no  regrets..
When Life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life  that you have 1000 reasons
to smile. Face your past without  regret. Handle your present with confidence.
Prepare for the future  without fear.
Keep your faith in the lord your God and drop the fear.
Don't believe  your doubts and doubt your beliefs. Life is a mystery to solve
not a problem  to resolve. Life is wonderful if you know how to love it.

She's always there for me.
She never let's me down.
Always a shoulder to cry on,
And another to lean on.
We laugh at the things others would find stupid.
"Tied" together at the heart.
Never talks bad about me,
And has my back when someone does.
She loves my boyfriends when their nice to me,
And wants to kick their butts when they hurt me.
Listenes to me talk about the SAME guy over and over agian.
Then rambles on about her man while I sit and listen.
Hundreds of inside jokes,
Thousands of fun times,
Millions of laughs,
And absolutely NO fights!
The perfect shopping buddy.
The EVERY WEEKEND last minute trips to wal-mart.
The "this is cheese-dip" moments
She's Megan Haley
My bestie!!!  :)

Why does it seem so easy for him?  How can he just want to forget about me? Why does he have peace about all this and I don't? Father, help me to understand.  I don't wanna cry myself to sleep every night.  Make my pain go away and replace it with your love and peace.  Guide my footsteps in this whole situation.  Give me the words to speak to him and him to me.  i don't wanna hurt anymore, I don't wanna be reminded of him with everything i hear and see and everwhere i go during my day.  I want to be able to be happy without pretending anymore.  i keep hearing him say it over and over in my head and everytime it cuts me deeper....God mend me, put the pieces of my heart back together, let me be able to hear his voice and not cry everytime i do.  Give me the strength to be able to talk to him.  He said he never wanted to leave me but he did....but You make the same promise and I know you won't leave me.  So i am asking that You pour out Your spirit all over me and let me feel You and only You.  Father give me the strength to stand again.  In Jusus' name. Amen

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