Showing posts with label Inspirational Messages. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inspirational Messages. Show all posts

Wednesday, 22 October 2008

You know that with every blessing, a blessing is required!

So bless anothers, by passing this on. Thank you, HB






Sunday, 31 August 2008

Destiny is not a matter of choice. It's a matter of choice.
It is not something to be waited for, but rather something to
be achieved.

Friday, 22 August 2008

'Opportunities? They are all around us ... there is power lying latent everywhere waiting for the observant eye to discover it.' Oscar

Monday, 18 August 2008

'Love is the immortal flow of energy that nourishes, extends
and preserves. Its eternal goal is life.' Smiley Blanton

Friday, 15 August 2008

'The cure for all the ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows, and
the crimes of humanity, all lie in the one word 'love'.
It is the divine vitality that everywhere produces and restores life.' Lydia Mara Child

Wednesday, 13 August 2008

'What this power is I cannot say; all I know is that it exists and
it becomes available only when a man is in that state of mind in
which he knows exactly what he wants and is fully determined not to
quit until he finds it.' Alexander Graham Bell
'Every situation, properly perceived, becomes an opportunity ...' Helen Schucman

Sunday, 10 August 2008

'Success doesn't come to you ... you go to it.' Marya Collins

Saturday, 9 August 2008

What I do today is important because I am paying a day of my life for it.
The accomplishment must be worthwhile because the price is high.

.....
Happy National Day Singapore.

Thursday, 7 August 2008

‘Each time you are honest and conduct yourself with honesty, a success force will drive you toward greater success.
Each time you lie, even with a little white lie, there are strong forces pushing you toward failure.’ …Joseph Sugarman
‘The great successful men of the world have used their imagination … they think ahead and create their mental picture in all its details, filling in here, adding a little there, altering this a bit and that a bit, but steadily building – steadily building’ Robert Coller

Tuesday, 5 August 2008

'Choose the way of life.
Choose the way of love.
Choose the way of caring .... the way of goodness.
It's up to you.
It's your choice.' Leo Buscagua

Monday, 4 August 2008

You cannot do wrong without suffering wrong.

Saturday, 2 August 2008

'Everyone will experience the consequences of his own acts.
If his acts are right, he'll get good consequences; if they're not, he'll suffer for it.' Harry Browne

Friday, 1 August 2008

I contend that dishonesty will create force that often manifests itself in other ways - ways not apparent to the outside observer. Joseph Sugarman

Tuesday, 1 July 2008

Shout To The Lord

The first time I heard of this song and sang along, it touched my heart and gave me goose bumps. It's a very meaningful and soul searching song for me.
When I was back in England for two months and was feeling very down indeed, Pastor Edward and his wife, Christine from Spain sent me a CD in England on what he had preached in Church back in Spain during my absence. Amongst other songs, this song was also sung by the congregation. I broke down uncontrollably when I heard it. I replayed it many times and was comforted by the lyrics.

I hope you will find comfort and be uplifted in this song as much as I have benefited.

God bless!

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SHOUT TO THE LORD

My Jesus, My Saviour, Lord there is none like You
All of My Days, I want to praise,

The Wonders of Your Migh - ty Love.

My Comfort, My Shelter, Tower of Refuge and Strength

Let Every breath, All that I am,

Never cease to Wor - ship You.

CHORUS
Shout to the Lord, All the Earth let us Sing,

Power and Majesty praise to the King,

Mountains bow down and the seas will roar

At the sound of your Name.

I Sing for Joy at the Works of your Hands

Forever I´ll love you, Forever I´ll stand,

Nothing compares to the promise I have in You.

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CANTA AL SEÑOR
MI CRISTO, MI REY NADIE ES COMO TU.

TODA MI VIDA QUIERE EXALTAR

LAS MARAVILLAS DE TU AMOR.
CONSUELO, REFUGIO

TORRE DE FUERZA Y PODER

TODO MI SER, LO QUE YO SOY
NUNCA CESE DE ADORAR.

CANTA AL SEÑOR TODA LA CREACION

HONRA Y PODER, MAJESTAD SEAN AL REY

MONTES CAERAN Y EL MAR RUGIRA

AL SONAR DE TU NOMBRE.

CANTO CON GOZO AL MIRAR TU PODER

POR SIEMPRE YO TE AMARE Y DIRE
IMCOMPARABLES PROMESAS ME DAS , SEÑOR.

Saturday, 7 June 2008

The Pink Dress

There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park. Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad. Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by. She never tried to speak. She never said a word.

Many people passed by her, but no one would stop. The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the little girl would still be there. Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes.

Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl. For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone.

As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress was grotesquely shaped. I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to her. Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.

As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare. As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly. She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form. I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk. I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, "Hello."

The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a "hi," after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back. We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty. I asked the girl why she was so sad.

The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, "Because, I'm different."

I immediately said, "That you are!" and smiled.

The little girl acted even sadder and said, "I know."

"Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent."

She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said, "Really?"

"Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all those people walking by."

She nodded her head yes, and smiled. With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her wings to spread, then she said "I am. I'm your Guardian Angel" with a twinkle in her eye.

I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things.

She said, "For once you thought of someone other than yourself. My job here is done."

I got to my feet and said, "Wait, why did no one stop to help an angel?"

She looked at me, smiled, and said, "You're the only one that could see me" and then she was gone.

And with that, my life was changed dramatically. So, when you think you're all you have, remember, your angel is always watching over you.

--- Author Unknown

Life's Struggles

A man found a cocoon of an emperor moth. He took it home so that he could watch the moth come out of the cocoon. On the day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the moth for several hours as the moth struggled to force the body through that little hole.

The moth seemed to be stuck and appeared to have stopped making progress. It seemed as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther. The man, in his kindness, decided to help the moth; so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The moth then emerged easily. But its body was swollen and small, its wings wrinkled and shriveled.

The man continued to watch the moth because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to and able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the little moth spent the rest of its life crawling around with a small, swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.

The man in his kindness and haste did not understand that the struggle required for the moth to get through the tiny opening was necessary to force fluid from the body of the moth into its wings so that it would be ready for flight upon achieving its freedom from the cocoon. Freedom and flight would only come after the struggle. By depriving the moth of a struggle, he deprived the moth of health.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If we were to go through our life without any obstacles, we would be crippled. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. Give every opportunity a chance, leave no room for regrets, and don't forget the power in the struggle.

--- Author Unknown

Woman And A Fork

There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and
had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things 'in
order,' she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss
certain aspects of her final wishes.

She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures
she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.

Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the
young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.

'There's one more thing,' she said excitedly.

'What's that?' came the Pastor's reply.

'This is very important,' the young woman continued. 'I want to be buried
with a fork in my right hand.'

The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing
quite what to say.

That surprises you, doesn't it?' the young woman asked.

'Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request,' said the Pastor.

The young woman explained. 'My grandmother once told me this story, and
from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I
love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of
attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of
the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and
say, 'Keep your fork.' It was my favourite part because I knew that
something better was coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish
apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!'

So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my
hand and I want them to wonder 'What's with the fork?' Then I want you to
tell them: 'Keep your fork ..the best is yet to come.'

The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears
of joy as he hugged the young woman good-by e. He knew this would be one
of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that
the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better
grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with
twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was
coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they
saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over
and over, the Pastor heard the question, 'What's with the fork?' And over
and over he smiled.

During his message, the Pastor told the people of
the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He
also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told
the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them
that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.

He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind
you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. Friends are a very rare
jewel , indeed They make you smile and encourage you to succeed Cherish
the time you have , and the memories you share ... being friends with
someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.

Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND even if it means sending back
to the person who sent it to you.

And keep your fork.
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Unquote
Isn't it beautiful?
Pass it on.

A Prayer For The One Who Is Left

Lord, the trouble about
life just now
Is that I seem to have all
things which don’t
matter, and to have
lost all the things which do matter.
I have life;
I have enough money to live on:
I have plenty to occupy me:
but I am alone,
and sometimes I feel
that nothing can make
up for that.

Lord compel me to see
the meaning of my faith.
Make me to realise
that I have a hope
as well as a memory, and
the unseen cloud of
witnesses is around me;
that You meant it when
You said that You would
always be with me;
and make me realise that
as long as You leave me
here there is something that
I am meant to do;
and in doing it, help me
to find the comfort and the
courage that I need to go on.