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Heart felt sympathy for you and your family Foxy. It's very difficult to celebrate a day like today when it's also a sad anniversary. May God grant you strength and His peace.
God, help the souls who perished in this horrific earthquake..
God, help those who are in the rubble looking for loved ones.
As many as 10,000 souls feared perished.
A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. Still groggy from surgery, her husband David held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news.
That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency cesarean to deliver the couple's new daughter, Danae Lu Blessing. At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound and nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature. Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs. "I don't think she's going to make it," he said, as kindly as he could. "There's only a 10 percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one."
Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Danae would likely face if she survived. She would never walk She would never talk She would probably be blind She would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation And on and on.
"No! No!" was all Diana could say. She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four. Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away.
Through the dark hours of morning as Danae held onto life by the thinnest thread, Diana slipped in and out of drugged sleep, growing more and more determined that their tiny daughter would live- and live to be a healthy, happy young girl. But David, fully awake and listening to additional dire details of their daughter's chances of ever leaving the hospital alive, much less healthy, knew he must confront his wife with the inevitable.
"David walked in and said that we needed to talk about making funeral arrangements," Diana remembers "I felt so bad for him because he was doing everything, trying to include me in what was going on, but I just wouldn't listen I couldn't listen.
I said, "No, that is not going to happen, no way! I don't care what the doctors say Danae is not going to die! One day she will be just fine, and she will be coming home with us!"
As if willed to live by Diana's determination, Danae clung to life hour after hour, with the help of every medical machine and marvel her miniature body could endure But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana.
Because Danae's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially "raw," the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort- so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as Danae struggled alone beneath the ultra-violet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl.
There was never a moment when Danae suddenly grew stronger. But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there.
At last, when Danae turned two months old, her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very first time. And two months later - though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero - Danae went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted.
Today, five years later, Danae is a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life She shows no signs, whatsoever, of any mental or physical impairments.
Simply, she is everything a little girl can be and more- but that happy ending is far from the end of her story.
One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas, Danae was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing. As always, Danae was chattering non-stop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent.
Hugging her arms across her chest, Danae asked, "Do you smell that?" Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like rain."
Danae closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?" Once again, her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get wet It smells like rain." Still caught in the moment, Danae shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced, "No, it smells like Him. It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest."
Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Danae then happily hopped down to play with the other children before the rains came her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along.
During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Danae on His chest--and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well.
It would be nice to spare a thought for the family of Bob Monkhouse who died last night. He was one of my favourite comedians and a genius. Its a big loss to comedy :o(
May the Light of Love shine and restore the world to Peace. May the Love which Christ embodies in perfection be now manifest within the hearts of all humanity. May this Divine manifestation lead us to build a new, Golden Civilization as we spread this Love throughout the world in all of our thoughts and actions, here in the Aquarius Age -- the Age of Synthesis and Brotherhood.
Whatever it held of good or evil is now woven into the inevitable pattern of life. I cannot recall one unkind word, nor retrace one foolish step.
The tapestry is woven. I might look at the pattern and regret the threads of selfishness, the ravelings of hate, but I cannot remove them,
for they are now a lasting part that
holds together the weavings of today.
I may search for a thread of human kindness, may look for a touch of love and beauty to give color
to my drab design, but if I did not weave
them in my gleanings of today,
I cannot add them.
Today has passed.
But if tomorrow comes,
it will offer me a clean and empty loom,
and fresh strands of hope and faith.
Perhaps then I can weave a lovelier pattern, with less of the gray of care and the purple of pain,
and more of the gold of truth,
and the blue of trust, and the shimmering
white of faith and purity.
Perchance I can throw open my mental blinds so that there may be reflected upon my loom more of the sunshine of cheer and the hope of optimism.
Perchance I can focus upon the beautiful
instead of the ugly.
I will not be mortgaged to the past.
Today is no more.
A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Wal-Mart.
We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.
The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in "Mom, let's run through the rain," she said.
"What?" Mom asked.
"Let 's run through the rain!" She repeated.
"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied.
This young child waited about another minute and repeated: "Mom, let's run through the rain,"
"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said.
"No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm.
This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?
"Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!"
The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes.
Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.
"Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If GOD let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing," Mom said.
Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.
And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.
Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories...So, don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.
A friend sent this to me to remind me of life. Hope you enjoy it.
I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.
That put a smile to my face, Linda for its so true and wonderfully told.. Thanks so much for sharing!
Sometimes it just take only 1 minute to think about the health you have is precious and certainly NOT something that you should take for granted! I experienced it the past week with a dear befriended family and the fear they had for 1 member to have a deadly disease.. A lot of people have been praying for this family and thankfully! Absolutely THANKFULLY the diagnose was not life-threatening.. Happiness is all around! And I praise the Lord for taking care of the live in this family!! Thank You Lord! - AMEN
barren ground and icy twigs
hard stones and still creeks
fragile
got touched
layers
so soft, but heavy
got burried
deep
dark
all lights out
within
and forever
it seems forever
barren ground and icy twigs
hard stones and still creeks
lay covered
and hidden
until
slowly and careful
layers got peeled
like unions
by many
a lil warmth
each minute
each day, month, year
a lil more
continuously
a lil more
warmth
deliberately
touchin'
each moment
a lil more
until
barren grounds
start blooming
icy twigs
blossom
hard stones
glinster like diamonds
and
still creeks
develop to lively waters
like your
fragile,
beautiful hearts
March 17-2004
Copyright: ~*Radiant 34*~
For my friends online and in real who suffer, who are hangin' in there, whose beautiful hearts feels like stone; who feels burried and hidden - like the current snow in winter; they will blossom again in their springtime...
Ämne: From my friend Horseman to My friend The HUNTER
Hunter,
My condolences about yer loss. I use that word rather than "sorry" because I know that most people would see that as condecending pity.
I think you have a great knack for discription in yer writing. I wish to encourage you to continue writing as it used to help me in times of hardship as well as boredom. Writing is one of the few outlets that all thoughts can be expressed through and often...even writing things down helps to get them out. It can be a great healing process. Whether anyone else ever reads your writing or not. Whether what you write scares or embarrasses you. Whether you destroy the writings or use them to express your feelings to the one you lost. I cannot say that the pain will ever go away completely. I have lost my father and both my grandfathers. I lost my grandmother and grat aunts and uncles along the way. I will always feel sad for what I could have learned from them or other things...I still miss them, but in time the pain gets less.
Yet at the same time I am blessed fer knowing them at all and I am glad to have had the chance of meeting them much less spending time with them. I can only imagine what it would be like to meet a great-grandchild. My father met my son before he passed. For that I too am greatful.
I know not whether you are an athiest, Christian, Moslem, Jew, or whatnot. I consider myself a Christian. Not the best perhaps, but I try. I have many regrets about my father, but I also have many wonderful memories. It is the good things that stand out. I believe that he is aware of everything that I could not say while he was here. I know that he knew that I loved him. I know that he knew that I loved him too. I think that is more important than the harsh words that came between us later. It was still there always. Under the surface. It is important to remember that we loved them almost as much as why.
A part of me used to rail against how unfair death is. Now I know that it is a part of a natural process. That still does little to balm the pain. They say childhood ends the moment you become aware of your own mortality. I think it ends when someone close passes. With my grandfather I still tried to here much about him from those still alive who remembered things. My great Aunt would tell about how they grew up and he'd pick on her, his first job, childhood things...I think in a way, I truly learned more about who my grandfather was and about his life after he died. It made me regret his loss even more, but at the same time I had own memories of him. Everyone deals with loss differently. Some grab things because they remind them of the lost one. Some tell stories. Some keep around pictures and talk to their lost one...perhaps they can hear. Others shut down and isolate themselves. THis is not bad. But it is not always good. For a little while it can be okay, but it can become a trap that takes years to climb out of if ever. Some hide their own feelings by helping others deal with their own. They suppress them. It is not that they don't feel the same pain, but they put it away fer later. That is also not the best way to deal wihit, but these people often deal with their pain in tiny chunks rather than all at once. I fear that I ramble.
If you are a Christian I can give you these words...not Ecclesiates 3:1-8, Psalms 147:3-5, or I Corinthians 15:16-26 (although they are all good verses)...but:
Proverbs 3:5-7
Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding.
In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.
Be not wise in thine own eyes: fear the Lord and depart from evil.
Deuteronomy 4:9
Only take heed to thyself, and keep thy soul diligently, lest thou forget the things which thine eyes have seen, and lest they depart from thy heart all the days of thy life: but teach them thy sons, and thy sons' sons.
Proverbs 17:6
Children's children are the crown of old men; and the glory of children are their fathers.
I hope this in some way helps. Know that my prayers will be for you along with my condolences.
May peace be with you and the Lord watch over you.
Feel free to pm me if you wish.
----Horseman
I really appreaciate everyones kind words. I'm glad I found brainking. It showed me that I'm not the only one who cares about others. I'm grateful to everyone for trying(and succeeding) to make me feel better. thank you.
I stand by my words, brainking has the nicest groups of people in the world.
Thanks for all thoose thought and Moderating this site I just lost a very loved one my Mother and she is not or will nevr be out of our Minds Your Friend Mike ...Thanks:o)
Ämne: My thought and prayers to my mother and brother and my other family member that have passed away.
The thought and prayer I have for my mother (oct 01) My brother (apr. 18th, 03) and the rest of them that I lost this last year (8 in all total of 03). You are never out of my heart and my mind. I think of you, always and forever. I miss you, all so very much. I don't know how to tell you how much I really miss. My heart is braking every day. I just wish I could hear you talking to me again and fight as sometime we did. But I alway loved you, and need you, in my life. I know you are in a better place. :'( I taking care of things down here. But I know you are looking down and see the things dad is doing or is going to do. An I know you are not happy about it. I know when he comes to meet you, you will be there and ask him what he was think about, do what he is going to do. I know you know that I am talking about. An I know the god lord is with me, always and so are all of you. I miss you, all so very much. Your love is with me alway and forever. Please watch over our family on both side of them. I keep up with the graves as always, please know that. we all miss you, so much. Kisses and hugs for you, always. Keep an eye on everyone down here.
My brother Mark and his wife Linda were involved in a head-on crash this past Saturday. A truck turned in front of them. My sister-in-law has a broken ankle, a broken hand, and sustained injuries to her chest area due to the airbag. She is in a great deal of pain and they are concerned about complications. My brother is brused from the seat-belt but is otherwise ok.
This is the same brother and sister-in-law that lost their 24 yearold son about 5 years ago (in a plane crash). My brother has asked us to all pray for Linda's healing and that no complications will arise. Also, pray that the doctors and nurses will watch over Linda carefully. Thanks
I am really sorry to hear about your brother and sister in laws accident.. how horrific for them :(
I wish a speedy recovery for Linda, that all will be ok.
My thoughts are with you all.
My honey's cousin just died of liver cancer. She was only 44 years old with a little 4 year old girl. They were very close, more like sister & brother then cousins.
To all who know RREDY:
His wonderful Mom just died of kidney failure today due to diabetes. Please keep him close in your thoughts and prayers. rredy is a very special person to me, thanks to BK.
Linda I am so very sorry, for your boy friends lose, of his love ones, I know how it to lose someone you love and are close with. May God bless you, all and keep you in his arms always.
When Minister Joe Wright was asked to open the new session of the Kansas Senate, everyone was expecting the usual generalities, but this is what they heard:
"Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask your forgiveness and to seek your direction and guidance. We know Your Word says, 'Woe to those who call evil good,' but that is exactly what we have done. We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values.
We confess that we have ridiculed the absolute truth of Your Word and call it Pluralism.
We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery.
We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare.
We have killed our unborn and called it choice.
We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable.
We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self esteem.
We have abused power and called it politics.
We have coveted our neighbor's possessions and called it ambition.
We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression.
We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment.
Search us, Oh, God, and know our hearts today; cleanse us from every sin and set us free.
Guide and bless these men and women who have been sent to direct us to the center of Your will and to openly ask these things in the name of Your Son, the living Savior, Jesus Christ.
Amen!"
The response was immediate. A number of legislators walked out during the prayer in protest..
In 6 short weeks, Central Christian Church, where Rev. Wright is pastor, logged more than 5,000 phone calls with only 47 of those calls responding negatively.
The church is now receiving international requests for copies of this prayer from India, Africa and Korea.
Commentator Paul Harvey aired this prayer on his radio program, "The Rest of the Story," and received a larger response to this program than any other he has ever aired.
With the Lord's help, may this prayer sweep over our nation and wholeheartedly become our desire so that we again can be called "one nation under God."
If possible, please pass this prayer on to your friends. "If you don't stand for something, you will fall for everything."
~Based on an actual prayer by Rev. Wright
Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her face, walked into a grocery store. She approached the owner of the store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries. She softly explained that her husband was very ill and unable to work, they had seven children and they needed food.
John Longhouse, the grocer, scoffed at her and requested that she leave his store.
Visualizing the family needs, she said: "Please, sir! I will bring you the money just as soon as I can."
John told her he could not give her credit, as she did not have a charge account at his store.
Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the conversation between the two. The customer walked forward and told the grocer that he would stand good for whatever she needed for her family.
The grocer said in a very reluctant voice, "Do you have a grocery list?"
Louise replied, "Yes sir"
"O.K." he said, "put your grocery list on the scales and whatever your grocery list weighs, I will give you that amount in groceries."
Louise, hesitated a moment with a bowed head, then she reached into her purse and took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. She then laid the piece of paper on the scale carefully with her head still bowed.
The eyes of the grocer and the customer showed amazement when the scales went down and stayed down.
The grocer, staring at the scales, turned slowly to the customer and said begrudgingly, "I can't believe it."
The customer smiled and the grocer started putting the groceries on the other side of the scales. The scale did not balance so he continued to put more and more groceries on them until the scales would hold no more. The grocer stood there in utter disgust.
Finally, he grabbed the piece of paper from the scales and looked at it with greater amazement. It was not a grocery list, it was a prayer which said:
"Dear Lord, you know my needs and I am leaving this in your hands."
The grocer gave her the groceries that he had gathered and stood in stunned silence. Louise thanked him and left the store. The customer handed a fifty-dollar bill to the grocer and said, "It was worth every penny of it."
It was sometime later that the grocer discovered the scales were broken; therefore, only God knows how much a prayer weighs.
~Author Unknown~
Some of you will have come across Hoo on IYT, my brother Craig. (I share this account with him).
Our brother Kent served his country in Vietnam, was captured with a few comrades, but not found for some time. When he was, he was badly wounded, having lost a leg. Medical treatment being denied, he relied heavily on narcotics for pain relief, needing help to recover from addiction when eventually sent home. He never really recovered from his experiences.
The Iraq war brought back many memories for him, many of which were so painful he lapsed back to his addiction. Sadly he took an overdose recently, despite much treament he did not recover and finally passed away a couple of days ago. I only hope he is at Peace at long last.
Rest in Peace, Kent. You will always be in our hearts and prayers.
Thank you to you both. My family were always proud of Kent, who went to serve his country, following in the foosteps of our Father, who did his patriotic duty during WW2.
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