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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

Ok just to let people know, I do not like to share my poems with people, but I feel like I need to share these with everyone who wants to hear them.  They are basically about something that happened this weekend that hurt me really bad.  Well, anyway...here they are:

~Baby~

Happy face, wonderful laugh, beuatiful smile;
Everything seems perfect,
But no on knows she's dying inside.

Her hope has faded
Her dreams have fallen
Her heart is breaking,
But she's still in love.

His words are piercing
His voice so sweet
His face a beautiful memory
One that will never be forgotten

Their love so pure
Their love so strong
A love worth fighting for
But no one seems to know

My heart is his
My love is his
My tears are his
and that'll never change

God give US peace
God mend OUR wounds
God wrap US in Your arms
And hold US [F O R E V E R]
God make US happy
And have YOUR will be done


~People~

People are perfect
People care
People love
People dream
People hope
People pray
People wish
People fall
People hurt
People cry
People lie
People break
People hate
People are the farthest thing from perfect


~PErFEcTLY iNCOMPLeTE~

Who needs him?
What does he deserve?
Why can't I hate him?
What is he worth?
Who really cares?
What makes him so special?
Why does this hurt so much?

I need him!
He deserves to be happy!
I could NEVER hate him!
He's worth everything!
I care!
Every part of him is special!
It hurts because I still love him!

wow today was a traumatic experience.  It was my schools day to have a blood drive, and like I always do, I signed up to donate blood.  I wasn't worried b/c I have do it a bunch of times before today, but today was different.  The nurse who was working with me was new and this was her first time.  After spending what seemed like an eternity of her trying to find my vein and my arm going numb fromt he rubber thing on it, she finally got the needle ready.  Right as she was about to stick me she said these exact words "I can't tell if this is a vein or a tendon"!!  I told her she needed a second opinion before she stuck me.  Once she got a second opinion and she decided to stick me i knew something was wrong immediately.  All of a sudden my arm started to hurt and then she hollared for the "big guy" on the bus.  He came over and got really mad at her b/c my vein had collapsed.  He started to feel around and all of a sudden the sharpest pain I have ever felt shot through my arm.  It took all the strength I could muster to not hit the dude and run out!! Finally they got the needle in my vein and i was in so much pain and scared from what just happened i started to cry.  Once iI composed myself, and the whole thing was almost over i started to get light headed and all of a sudden i PASSED OUT!!!  I never do that with needles or blood!!!  So, in conclusion I have decided that if the lady would have never said "I can't tell if this is a vein or a tendon" (which completely freaked me out) I would have been fine throughout the whole thing!!!!

If you just walked away
What could I really say?
Would it matter anyway?
Would it change how you feel?

I am the mess you chose;
The closet you cannot close;
The devil in you I suppose.
cause the wounds never heal.

But everything changes if I could,
Turn back the years; If you could,
Learn to forgive me then I could
Learn to feel.

Sometimes the things I say
The moments of disarray
Surcoming to the games we play.
To make sure that it's real

But everything changes if I could,
Turn back the years; If you could,
Learn to forgive me then I could
Learn to feel.

When it's just me and you,
Who knows what we could do?
If we can just make it through
The toughest part of the day.

But everything changes if I could,
Turn back the years; If you could,
Learn to forgive me then I could
Learn how to feel, then we could
Stay here together, and we could
Conquer the world; If we could
Say that forever is more than just a word.

If you just walked away,
What could I really say?
It wouldn't matter anyway,
It wouldn't chane how you feel.

~ Stained "Everything Changes"

This was sent to me in a email from a family member:

Worth Woman

  The greater part of your attractiveness, the part that draws or attracts other
people to you is on the inside, not on your flesh.

Have you ever seen a woman walking on the arm of a man and you asked yourself,
'How on earth did she get him?' Did you think, "If she got somebody, surely
Lord, You can do that for me!"

  One day a woman flew across the nation to meet with me. She wanted to tell me
her story, how her husband had left her for another woman and was tied up in an
affair. The woman who came to see me was young, vibrant, beautiful, she met all
the standards of what we would call a clean-living, godly woman. She sat weeping
in my office and then
in her frustration as she told me what had happened, she opened up her
pocketbook and pulled out a photograph and said to me, "Just look at her!"  I
didn't want to look...I didn't need to look in order to understand what was
happening.  She insisted. "Just look at her! He left me for that!"

  I said, "The tragedy, ma'am, is that what you have been trained by our society
to think what is important, really isn't all that important. Appearance doesn't
mean all that you think it does. Outer appearance isn't always the issue." If
you don't believe that, I encourage you to go to the nearest mall and sit for a
while and watch the people go by. You'll see some of the strangest couples
holding hands!

  Our society spends billions of dollars a year to persuade you to buy hundreds,
even thousands of dollars a year worth of clothes and makeup in order to fix up
something that doesn't really matter all that much. We spend countless hours at
beauty salons and spas and malls in order to buy, acquire, or create the very
things that we think will draw other people to us, but which actually have very
little drawing power.

  What you create or design on the outside of yourself may turn a head or two,
but it has very little power to turn a mind or a heart. We are bombarded on a
daily basis with messages that tell us that if we only go to the right weight-loss center and get down to
the right size and dye
  our hair the right shade and go to the right spa and use the right toothpaste
and put on the right makeup and wear the right outfit at the right time and  be
seen in the right places with the right people; then we most certainly will be
able to get for ourselves the right man and  have the right children and live in
the right neighborhood and enjoy the right kind of life!

  When we do this and nothing 'right' happens for us, we are puzzled. We sit
back and  ask, "What went wrong?"

What went wrong was this:  We became merchandise for those who were selling us
merchandise!

The average woman, yes, even the average Christian woman will spend literally
thousands of dollars this year on hats and nails and tints and weaves and
earrings and dresses sadly, spend virtually nothing to build up and support
those inner qualities and character traits that truly are what attract others to
us. If you are only concerned with your outer appearance, you are going to be a very shallow,
superficial person.
People are going to find that once they have quit playing with you, the box in
which you came was beautifully wrapped...but it was empty.

  Now, I believe in women looking good. If you were to ask my wife about this,
she would tell you that I spare no expense in helping her look good. I want her
to look as good as she can look.  Not only do I appreciate looking at her, but
like the way people look at us when we
  are out together. When she's looking good, she makes me look better than I
otherwise look!

  Most men know this, by the way. They know they look better to other people
when they are seen in public with a woman who has a great-looking outer
appearance. What most women don't know about most men, however, is that outer
looks don't matter nearly as much as
  inner qualities once that man is home alone with his wife. I did not marry my
wife for her good looks. I married her for her self. Her self included far more than her good looks.

  Go back to the SOURCE of what it is that makes you "attract" other people -
the Source of your attractiveness is the Holy Spirit of God. He is the One who
woos and wins the heart.  When you are His woman, He will draw to you the right
people for the right purposes at just the right time!  Trust God today to be the
wellspring of your attractiveness.

  Author Unknown. 

         For the Christian, prayer is not an option but an opportunity.
     " In prayer; expect setbacks, but refuse retreat." Richard Eastman
            &nb sp;      Do your best, bring out the best in others,
            &nb sp;     Don't tell the Lord how big the problem is,
            &nb sp;       tell the problem how Great the Lord is!

On Fri, 4 Apr 2008 3:57 pm, nickole wrote:
My name is Chris
I am three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.






































I cant do a wrong
I cant speak at all
Or else im locked up
All day long.






































When im awake im all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get
One whipping tonight.






































I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlies bar
I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
Im so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault
He suffers at work
He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to the door
Hes already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken,
"Im sorry!", I scream
But its now much to late
His face has been twisted
Into a unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor
My name is Chris
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me
And you can help
Sickens me to the soul,
And if you read this
and don't pass it on
I pray for your forgivness
Because you would have to be
One heartless person
To not be affected
By this Poem
And because U R affected,
Do something about it!
So all i ask you to do
Is pass this on!
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
PLEASE COPY AND PASTE THIS AND PASS IT ON !!
REPOST THIS AS "daddy it hurts"

COURT SETS ATHEIST'S HOLIDAY Have you heard about this case? Great answer from the judge! In Florida, an atheist became incensed over the preparation of Easter and Passover holidays He decided to contact his lawyer about the discrimination inflicted on atheists by the constant celebrations afforded to Christians and Jews with all their holidays while atheists had no holiday to celebrate. The case was brought before a judge. After listening to the long passionate presentation by the lawyer, the Judge banged his gavel and declared, 'Case dismissed!' The lawyer immediately stood and objected to the ruling and said, 'Your honor, how can you possibly dismiss this case? The Christians have Christmas, Easter and many other observances. Jews have Passover, Yom Kippur and Hanukkah...yet my client a nd all other atheists have no such holiday!' The judge leaned forward in his chair and simply said, 'Obviously your client is too confused to even know about, much less celebrate his own atheists' holiday!' The lawyer pompously said, 'Your Honor, we are unaware of any such holiday for atheists. Just when might that holiday be, your Honor?' The judge said, 'Well it comes every year on exactly the same date---April 1st! Since our calendar sets April 1st as 'April Fools Day,' consider that Psalm 14:1 states, 'The fool says in his heart, there is no God.' Thus, in my opinion, if your client says there is no God, then by scripture , he is a fool, and April 1st is his holiday! Now have a good day and get out of my courtroom!! Way to go, Judge! Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding Proverbs3:5

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