inspirations...

Subject: inspirations... 1st March 2008, 9:09 am

HAVE COURAGE

"Courage means moving ahead in spite of bumpy roads..it means admitting that u r afraid sometimes, and yet, going on..Courage means soaring like an eagle on the wings of hope..It means searching of the seeds of truth and allowing them to blossom in our lives..Courage means walking tall and unafraid, becoz we know that at the heart of courage there is God"!

Subject: i can 1st March 2008, 9:15 am

1. I can have wonderful blessings because I have Him who will take care all of my needs…Philippians 4:19
2. I can fear none but Him because I have Him who keeps me safe….Psalm 27:1
3. I can walk by faith not by sight because I have Him who is faithful… II Corinthians 5:7
4. I can do my life’s purpose well because I have Him who is with me always, even to the ends of the world… Matthew 28:20
5. I can celebrate because I have Him who saved me from all my troubles…. Psalm 34:6
6. I can hold on to my freedom because I have Him who freed me from the bondage of sin… Galatians 5:1
7. I can live after I die because I have Him who has died so I could live…. I Thessalonians 5:10
8. I can get through life’s scarcity because I have Him who will never forget, leave or disown me… Hebrews 13:5
9. I can turn all my worries to Him because I have Him who cares and will take care of it all…. I Peter 5:7
10. I can depend on Him because I have Him whose kindness never fails and is merciful… Lamentation 3:23
11. I can be contented because I have Him who knows and gives my needs when I need it… Philippians 4:11
12. I can count on His love because I have Him who is faithful… Psalm 52:8
13. I can have abundance because I have Him who shares His riches with me… 2 Corinthians 8:9
14. I can be strong because I have Him who knows when and how to help me… Romans 8:26
15. I can bless others because I have Him who does not fail to bless me… Romans 11:29
16. I can take pride in everything I do for Him because I have Him who put worth on me… Romans15:17
17. I can proclaim my faith because I have Him who gives me power, love and self-control… 2 Timothy 1:7
18. I can defeat worldliness because I have Him who is more powerful than the one who is in the world. 1 John 4:4
19. I can do what the Bible says because I have Him who chose me… 1 Corinthians 1:28
20. I can stand up confident because I have who defends… Romans 8:31
21. I can endure being tested because I have Him who makes me mature and complete… James 1:3-4
22. I can be victorious because I have Him who always leads me to victory…. 2 Corinthians 2:14
23. I can face anything because I have Him who strengthens and encourages me… Philippians 4:13

Subject: The Room 1st March 2008, 9:29 am

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save 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 this files which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had different headings. As I drew near the wall of files the first to catch my attention was one that read “Girls I Have Like.” I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quikly 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 with me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their contents. 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 is watching. A file name “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I Have Betrayed,” “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 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 there were 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 twenty years to write each of these thousands, possibly 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 “Songs I Have Listened To,” 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 music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked “Lustful 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 contents. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. Suddenly I felt an almost animal rage. One thought dominated my minds: “No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!” In an 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 the file 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 started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame 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 continued to sign the cards. I don’t think I’ll ever understand how He did it so quikly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close that 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.

-From Joshua Harris’ I Kissed Dating Goodbye

Subject: a love story.. 1st March 2008, 9:32 am

One day, I woke early in the morning to watch the sunrise.

Ah, the beauty of God's creation is beyond description.

As I watched, I praised God for His beautiful work.

As I sat there, I felt the Lord's presence with me. He asked me, "Do you love

me?"

I answered, "Of course, God! You are my Lord and Savior!"

Then He asked, "If you were physically handicapped, would you still love Me?"

I was perplexed. I looked down upon my arms, legs, and the rest of my body

and wondered how many things I wouldn't be able to do, the things that I took for

granted.

And I answered, "It would be tough Lord, but I would still love You."

Then the Lord said, "If you were blind, would you still love my creation?"

How could I love something without being able to see it? Then I thought of all the

blind people in the world and how many of them still loved God and His

creation.

So I answered, "It's hard to think of it, but I would still love You."

The Lord then asked me, "If you were deaf, would you still listen to My Word?"

How could I listen to anything being deaf? Then I understood. Listening to

God's Word is not merely using our ears, but our hearts.

I answered, "It would be tough, but I would still listen to Your Word."

The Lord then asked, "If you were mute, would you still praise My Name?"

How could I praise without a voice? Then it occured to me: God wants us to

sing from our very heart and soul. It never matters what we sound like. And

praising God is not always with a song, but when we are persecuted, we give

God praise with our words of thanks.

So I answered, "Though I could not physically sing, I would still praise Your

Name."

And the Lord asked, "Do you really love Me?"

With courage and a strong conviction, I answered boldly, "Yes Lord! I love You

because You are the one and true God!" I thought I had answered well, but . . .

God asked, "Then why do you sin?"

I answered, "Because I am only human. I am not perfect."

"Then why in times of peace do you stray the furthest? Why only in times of

trouble do you pray the earnest?"

No answers. Only tears.

The Lord continued: "Why only sing at fellowships and retreats? Why seek Me

only in times of worship? Why ask things so selfishly? Why ask things so

unfaithfully?"

The tears continued to roll down my cheeks.

"Why are you ashamed of Me? Why are you not spreading the Good News?

Why in times of persecution, you cry to others when I offer My shoulder to cry

on? Why make excuses when I give you opportunities to serve in My Name?"

I tried to answer, but there was no answer to give.

"You are blessed with life. I made you not to throw this gift away. I have

blessed you with talents to serve Me, but you continue to turn away. I have

revealed My Word to you, but you do not gain in knowledge. I have spoken to

you, but your ears were closed. I have shown My blessings to you, but your eyes

were turned away. I have sent you servants, but you sat idlely by as they were

pushed away. I have heard your prayers and I have answered them all."

"DO YOU TRULY LOVE ME?"

I could not answer. How could I? I was embarrassed beyond belief. I had no

excuse. What could I say to this?

When my heart had cried out and the tears had flowed, I said, "Please forgive

me Lord. I am unworthy to be Your child."

The Lord answered, "That is My Grace, My child."

I asked, "Then why do you continue to forgive me? Why do you love me so?"

The Lord answered, "Because you are My creation. You are My child. I will

never abandon you. When you cry, I will have compassion and cry with you.

When you shout with joy, I will laugh with you. When you are down, I will

encourage you. When you fall, I will raise you up. When you are tired, I will carry

you. I will be with you till the end of days, and I will love you forever."

Never had I cried so hard before. How could I have been so cold? How could I

have hurt God as I had done?

I asked God, "How much do You love me?"

The Lord stretched out His arms, and I saw His nail-pierced hands. I bowed

down at the feet of Christ, my Savior. And for the first time, I truly prayed.

Subject: Hot Chocolate 1st March 2008, 9:34 am

A group of graduates, well established in their careers, were talking at a
reunion and decided to go visit their old university professor, now retired.
During their visit, the conversation turned to complaints about stress in
their work and lives. Offering his guests hot chocolate, the professor went
into the kitchen and returned with a large pot of hot chocolate and an
assortment of cups -porcelain, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some
expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the hot
chocolate.

When they all had a cup of hot chocolate in hand, the professor said:

"Notice that all the nice looking, expensive cups were taken, leaving behind
the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best
for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress . The cup that
you're drinking from adds nothing to the quality of the hot chocolate. In
most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we
drink. What all of you really wanted was hot chocolate, not the cup; but you
consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each others
cups.

Now consider this: Life is the hot chocolate; your job, money and position
in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain life. The
cup you have does not define, nor change the quality of life you have.
Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the hot
chocolate God has provided us.

God makes the hot chocolate, man chooses the cups. The happiest people don't
have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything that they
have.

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. And enjoy your hot

Subject: Re: inspirations... 19th March 2008, 4:00 pm

God is Love..

Subject: Re: inspirations... 19th March 2008, 5:00 pm

If I knew it would b the time that I’d see you fall asleep,

I would tuck you in more tightly and pray for the Lord your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door,

I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time I’d hear your voice lifted up in praise,

I would videotape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time, I could spare an extra minute to stop and say “ I love you,” instead of assuming you would know I do.

If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day,

Well I’m sure you’ll have so many more, so I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there’s always tomorrow to make up for an oversight,

And we always get a second chance to make everything just right.

There will always be another day to say, “I love you.”

And certainly there’s another chance to say “Anything I can do?”

But in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get,

I’d like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike,

And today maybe the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.

So, if you’re waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?

For if tomorrow never comes, you’ll surely regret the day,

That you didn’t take extra time to smile, a hug, or a kiss and you were

Too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today, and whisper in their ear,

Tell them how much you love them and that you’ll always hold them dear.

Take time to say, “I’m sorry,” ‘Please forgive me,” “Thank you,” or “It’s okay.”

And if tomorrow never comes, you’ll have no regrets about today.

Subject: Re: inspirations... 20th March 2008, 9:44 pm

how nice is that ate tsetze!!!

gravacious.!!

very inspiring..!!

obvious