Golden Girl- A Poem

Shimmering Light pouring through the clearing
Twinkling bright stars illuminated by the moonlight
A perfect smile beaming from a gentle petal
A chriping quail the sound so soft so magical
So she sways her golden hair, proud of her majesty
So she brushes it, one thin thread at a time
Beyond the horizon her true love waiting
No time or sun beam keeps her from anticipating
Beauty she has, a silky smooth secret
The words from her tongue, the jewel of the crown
Patience and Peace her gifts are true
Like a shimmering light pouring through the clearing
She is the Golden Girl

Friends

Who agrees with me that Friendships are awesome??
Did I just see a room full of hands go up?
well i definantly thnk that friends are the one thing that gets us thru life. And trust me I know. Even when you are not on your best your true friends will forgive you and lift you right back up!
Yesterday that happend to me. I had jus been feeling so awful bout stuff i had done which i regret or just how i had been feeling, when I got a phone call from one of my mates I hadnt talked to in ages! And that phone call really did me make feel SO much better!! Thankyou Hannah!!
I believe that God gives us our friends, because He knows what life is all about and that we will need them one day.. So treat them right and you will have the most fullfillment and joy you will ever experience!!
Thats all.. Lundi

The rented room

Our house was directly across the street from the clinic entrance of Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. We lived downstairs and rented the upstairs rooms to outpatients at the clinic. One summer evening as I was fixing supper, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a truly awful looking man. "Why, he's hardly taller than my eight-year-old," I thought as I stared at the stooped, shriveled body. But the appalling thing was his face, lopsided from swelling, red and raw. Yet his voice was pleasant as he said, "Good evening. I've come to see if you've a room for just one night. I came for a treatment this morning from the eastern shore, and there's no bus 'til morning." He told me he'd been hunting for a room since noon but with no success; no one seemed to have a room. "I guess it's my face. I know it looks terrible, but my doctor says with a few more treatments..." For a moment I hesitated, but his next words convinced me: "I could sleep in this rocking chair on the porch. My bus leaves early in the morning." I told him we would find him a bed, but to rest on the porch. I went inside and finished getting supper. When we were ready, I asked the old man if he would join us. "No thank you. I have plenty." And he held up a brown paper bag. When I had finished the dishes, I went out on the porch to talk with him a few minutes. It didn't take a long time to see that this old man had an oversized heart crowded into that tiny body. He told me he fished for a living to support his daughter, her five children and her husband, who was hopelessly crippled from a back injury. He didn't tell it by way of complaint; in fact, every other sentence was prefaced with a thanks to God for a blessing. He was grateful that no pain accompanied his disease, which was apparently a form of skin cancer. He thanked God for giving him the strength to keep going. At bedtime, we put a camp cot in the children's room for him. When I got up in the morning, the bed linens were neatly folded, and the little man was out on the porch. He refused breakfast, but just before he left for his bus, haltingly, as if asking a great favor, he said, "Could I please come back and stay the next time I have a treatment? I won't put you out a bit. I can sleep fine in a chair." He paused a moment and then added, "Your children made me feel at home. Grownups are bothered by my face, but children don't seem to mind." I told him he was welcome to come again. And on his next trip he arrived a little after seven in the morning. As a gift, he brought a big fish and a quart of the largest oysters I had ever seen. He said he had shucked them that morning before he left so that they'd be nice and fresh. I knew his bus left at 4 a.m., and I wondered what time he had to get up in order to do this for us. In the years he came to stay overnight with us there was never a time that he did not bring us fish or oysters or vegetables from his garden. Other times we received packages in the mail, always by special delivery; fish and oysters packed in a box of fresh young spinach or kale, every leaf carefully washed. Knowing that he must walk three miles to mail these and knowing how little money he had made the gifts doubly precious. When I received these little remembrances, I often thought of a comment our next-door neighbor made after he left that first morning. "Did you keep that awful looking man last night? I turned him away! You can lose roomers by putting up such people!" Maybe we did lose roomers once or twice. But, oh! If only they could have known him, perhaps their illness' would have been easier to bear. I know our family always will be grateful to have known him; from him we learned what it was to accept the bad without complaint and the good with gratitude to God. Recently I was visiting a friend who has a greenhouse. As she showed me her flowers, we came to the most beautiful one of all, a golden chrysanthemum, bursting with blooms. But to my great surprise, it was growing in an old dented, rusty bucket. I thought to myself, "If this were my plant, I'd put it in the loveliest container I had!" My friend changed my mind. "I ran short of pots," she explained, "and knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn't mind starting out in this old pail. It's just for a little while, till I can put it out in the garden." She must have wondered why I laughed so delightedly, but I was imagining just such a scene in heaven. "Here's an especially beautiful one," God might have said when he came to the soul of the sweet old fisherman. "He won't mind starting in this small body." All this happened long ago -- and now, in God's garden, how tall this lovely soul must stand. Friends are very special. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear and they share a word of praise. Show your friends how much you care. The only thing that will happen if you do pass it on is that someone might smile--because of you.

from www.promiseofgod.com

dear friend, Did You Know??

~Did you know that when you envy someone, it's because you really like that person?

~Did you know that those who appear to be very strong in heart, are really weaklings and most succeptible?

~Did you know that those who spend thier time protecting others are the ones that really need someone to protect them?

~Did you know that the three most difficult things to say are: "I love you" "Sorry" and "help me" The people who say these are those that actually need them or really feel them, and they are the ones you reall y need to treasure, because they have said them.

~Did you know that people who occupy themselves by keeping others company or helping others are the ones that actually need your company and help?

~Did you know that those who dress in red are more confidant in themselves?

~Did you know that those who dress in yellow are those who enjoy their beauty?

~Did you know that those who dress in black, are those who want to be unnoticed and need your help and understanding?

~Did you know that when you helpsomeone, the help is returned in two folds?

~Did you know that those who need more of you are those that did not mention it to you?

~Did you know that its easier to say what you feel in writing than saying it to someones face? but did you know that it has more value when you say it in the face?

~Did you know that what is most difficult for you to say or do is much more valuable than anything that is you can buy with money?

~Did you know that if you ask for something in faith, your wishes are granted?

~Did you know that you can make your dreams come true, like falling in love, becoming rich, staying healthy, if you ask for it by faith, and if you really knew youd be surprised by what you can do.

"One day, we mad people will change the world.. or we're already changing it" THE BALL IS NOW IN YOUR COURT.. If the world were to end in 24 hours, all the phone lines, chat rooms and email will be saturated from people sending messages to others, saying :"I regret having made you feel bad," "Pardon me", "I love you", "I hold you in high esteem", "take good care of yourself" and sometimes "I have always loved you, only i never told you."
Today the ball of FRIENDSHIP is in your court!!