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Hi. my name is chengjiahuiamanda. and i like shitty colours and basketballs. and the piano.im a christian. My blog is a collection of my perspectives, thoughts and emotions.
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GOD'S ETERNAL CIRCLE
December 1, 2004
God is love.
Love is giving.
Giving is holiness.
Holiness is kindness.
Kindness is gentleness.
Gentleness is strength.
Strength is faith.
Faith is assurance.
Assurance is hope.
Hope is Divine.
Divine is God.
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WHERE ARE YOU GOD?
October 4, 2004
Where are you God?
I need to know.
How do I find you?
Where should I look or go?
God answered,
"I am the air and a breeze.
I am the tall majestic trees.
I am the west, east, south, and north.
I am the sky, heaven, and earth.
I am the bright morning star.
I am the strength you need when opening a jar.
I am the enchanting moonlight and radiant sun.
I am the Almighty One.
I am the Artist that painted nature's canvas.
I am the man, woman or child you walk past.
I am the wind that kisses your cheek.
I am the creator of the seven days of the week.
I am the first and the last.
I am the present and the past.
I am the breath you take.
I am the ocean, sea, bay and lake.
I am the only way.
I am the night and day.
I am the truth, life and vine.
I am the judge of all mankind.
I am the destructive hurricane and tornado.
I am the cause of many calamities and fiascos.
I am the light of the world.
Did I answer your question my child, my girl?"
"So, my child, just remember that I am always around.
And that my greatness and splendor can always be found.
Spread this revelation and goods news all over town.
Go and let your poetry be like a trumpet sound."
--- Copyright © 2004 Monique Nicole Fox
The One forming light and creating darkness, Causing well-being and creating calamity;
I am the LORD who does all these.
~Isaiah 45:7~
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God, how can I say thanks for all you've done for me?
For standing beside me on the lonely road of fear,
For lifting me out of the dry valley of despair,
For holding me close during the thundering storms of doubt,
Lord, I'm grateful.
For walking before me through the dark forest of trepidation,
For carrying me over the river of worry,
For bathing me in the fountain of peace,
Lord, I am grateful.
For clothing me with the robe of your forgiveness,
For covering me with the veil of your mercy,
For pouring over me the perfume of hope,
Lord, I am grateful.
--- Copyright © 2004 Marsha Jordan
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MY E-MAIL PRAYER
February 2, 2004
Every single evening
As I'm lying here in bed,
This tiny little Prayer
Keeps running through my head.
God bless all my family
Wherever they may be,
Keep them warm and safe from harm
For they're so close to me.
And God, there is one more thing
I wish that you could do,
Hope you don't mind me asking
Please bless my computer too.
Now I know that it's unusual
To bless a motherboard,
But listen just a second
While I explain it to you, Lord.
You see that little metal box
Holds more than odds and ends,
Inside those small compartments
Rest so many of my friends.
I know so much about them
By the kindness that they give,
And this little scrap of metal
Takes me in to where they live.
By faith is how I know them
Much the same as you,
We share in what life brings us
And from that our friendships grew.
Please take an extra minute
From your duties up above,
To bless those in my address book
That's filled with so much love.
Wherever else this prayer may reach
To each and every friend,
Bless each e-mail inbox
And each person who hits send.
When you update your Heavenly list
On your own CD-ROM,
Bless everyone who says this prayer
Sent up to GOD.com
AMEN
--- Author Unknown --- Submitted by Karen McGriff --- Texas
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THE CHRISTIAN ALPHABET POEM
October 2, 2002
Although things are not perfect
Because of trial or pain
Continue in thanksgiving
Do not begin to blame
Even when the times are hard
Fierce winds are bound to blow
God is forever able
Hold on to what you know
Imagine life without His love
Joy would cease to be
Keep thanking Him for all the things
Love imparts to thee
Move out of "Camp Complaining"
No weapon that is known
On earth can yield the power
Praise can do alone
Quit looking at the future
Redeem the time at hand
Start every day with worship
To "thank" is a command
Until we see Him coming
Victorious in the sky
We'll run the race with gratitude
Xalting God most high
Yes, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but...
Zion waits in glory...where none are ever sad!
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NOTES TO GOD
October 2, 2002
A nun asked her class to write notes to God.
Here are some of the notes the children handed in:
Dear God:
I didn't think orange went with purple until I saw the sunset You made on Tuesday. That was cool.
Dear God:
Instead of letting people die and having to make new ones, why don't You just keep the ones You have?
Dear God:
Maybe Cain and Abel would not have killed each other so much if they had their own rooms. That's what my Mom did for me and my brother.
Dear God:
If You watch me in church on Sunday, I'll show You my new shoes.
Dear God:
I bet it is very hard for You to love all of everybody in the whole world. There are only 4 people in our family and I'm having a hard time loving all of them.
Dear God:
In school they told us what You do. Who does it when You're on vacation?
Dear God:
Are You really invisible or is it just a trick?
Dear God:
Is it true my father won't get in Heaven if he uses his bowling words in the house?
Dear God:
Did You mean for the Giraffe to look like that or was it an accident?
Dear God:
Who draws the lines around the countries?
Dear God:
I went to this wedding and they kissed right in the church. Is that okay?
Dear God:
Did You really mean "do unto others as they do unto you"? Because if You did, then I'm going to get my brother good.
Dear God:
Thank You for the baby brother, but what I prayed for was a puppy.
Dear God:
Please send me a pony. I never asked for anything before. You can look it up.
Dear God:
I want to be just like my Daddy when I get big, but not with so much hair all over.
Dear God:
You don't have to worry about me; I always look both ways.
Dear God:
I think about You sometimes, even when I'm not praying.
Dear God:
Of all the people who work for You I like Noah and David the best.
Dear God:
My brother told me about being born, but it doesn't sound right. They're just kidding, aren't they?
Dear God:
I would like to live 900 years just like the guy in the Bible.
Dear God:
We read Thomas Edison made light. But in Sunday school they said You did it. So, I bet he stole Your idea.
--- Author Unknown --- Sent in by Patricia Love --- California
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A MEMO FROM GOD
April 1, 2002
Date: TODAY
To: YOU
From: THE BOSS
Subject: YOURSELF
Reference: LIFE
I am God. Today I will be handling all of your problems. Please remember that I do not need your help.
If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. All situations will be resolved, but in My time, not yours.
Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it. Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now.
If you find yourself stuck in traffic, don't despair. There are people in this world for which driving is an unheard of privilege.
Should you have a bad day at work, think of the man who has been out of work for years.
Should you despair over a relationship gone bad, think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return.
Should you grieve the passing of another weekend, think of the woman in dire straits, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week to feed her children.
Should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance, think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk.
Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror, think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine.
Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about, asking what is my purpose? Be thankful. There are those who didn't live long enough to get the opportunity.
Should you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness, ignorance, smallness or insecurities, remember, things could be worse. You could be one of them!
Should you decide to send this to a friend, thank you, you may have touched their life in ways you will never know!
--- Author Unknown --- Sent in by Patricia Love --- California
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SO MUCH TO THANK GOD FOR
January 9, 2002
A grateful heart is all that you need
to let God know that you are pleased.
When you are thankful for things you have been blessed,
remember to thank God first before anyone else.
When things turn out the way you want them to,
clasp your hands in gratitude to God to whom credit is due.
When you're at peace and contented, thank God in silence,
for no one else in the world could have given you that solace.
When you pray for amenities and don't get what you expect,
thank Him just the same with all due respect.
Times when you're bestowed the things you have not sought,
thank God cheerfully for possibilities you have not thought.
Sometimes you'll receive some things you most need,
thank God for not waiting your call and for taking heed.
At other times you ask God for things you need to live,
understand the long wait 'cause He knows when to give.
Thank God promptly for daily desires granted,
even if these do not come in the amounts wanted.
God knows what you need or what you want,
so thank Him with relief for deciding what to grant.
When you escape a mishap thank God in a snap,
Praise Him for His goodness, shout His Name and cheer up.
When you're hard up and don't know what to do,
thank God for trusting that you can get through.
During days of tribulations when you almost give up,
try thanking God you'll see, your troubles will ease up.
Thanking God in a few words is worth a thousand praises shouted.
It's enough to lighten your load when you need to tread the road.
When you want to pray and don't know what to say,
oftentimes a "Thank you, Lord" is just enough to make your day.
Therefore, give thanks and give your best thanks always,
and leave it all to God to understand what's more.
--- Copyright © 2001 Portia E. Calleja
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DEAR GOD
August 2, 2000
I feel there is no need in this world,
For me to suffer as a young girl.
My struggle begins from the time my eyes open, 'til they close,
I feel I am falling over there is nowhere to go.
Four closed walls, no windows or doors in sight,
All I can do is hate myself as I cry in fright.
I go to school, but I can't get the grade,
There is nothing I do right, my life seems to fade.
I cannot confide, because a secret is not a secret today,
Things get turned around and I get pushed away.
The clothes I wear, aren't what others accept,
And because I try so hard I get no respect.
I feel so violated in this world,
I feel like I was put here to be a miserable girl.
Help me God, find the way,
Help me in school, help me all day.
Be with me when I cry at night,
Wrap your arms around me say I'll be alright.
When I close my eyes watch me close,
Be with me through the night, don't let me go.
Tomorrow, when I wake up,
Don't let me have a frown,
Turn my mouth into a smile,
I know you won't let me down.
Lord, I love you and I know you love me too,
Good night dear God, thanks for all you do!
AMEN
--- Jessie A. --- Submitted by J.W., Age 16 --- Texas
A PIECE OF MY HEART
November 13, 2000
One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen.
The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart. Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said "Why, your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine."
The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but it was full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared -- how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought?
The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed.
"You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine. Mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes," said the old man, "yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared."
"Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges -- giving love, is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.
--- Author Unknown --- Sent in by Kirk G. Scherz --- Washington
LIVING IN THE MOMENT
By The River, I Sat And Wept
She was 20 and he was 26. They met by the river one May afternoon. She was from the city and he lived in the small town of St. Anne. She was a city girl who loved the outdoors; simple and carefree. He was a young man who nursed his grief, who loved to be alone and who shut himself off from seeing the real beauty of life. They were complete opposites.
"Hi!" she said. She is petite and looks younger than her age, unusually pale but there was some glow in her small eyes. She's wearing a brown leather hat. He's sitting at the big roots of a mango tree at the riverbank, waiting for any fish that will bite his bait.
He looks up and frowns as he sees the unfamiliar face. He looks back at the river and says, "Ello".
She sits beside him. "Mind if I sit here?"
"You're already sitting there", he says without looking at her face.
She just shrugs her small shoulders. "My name is Gessana", she says after a long silence. "What's your name?"
"Arthur."
After that they remain silent, and after several more minutes she tells him that she will go home now. Her cousin might be looking for her. He just nods.
The following afternoon, she finds him again in the same spot.
"Hi! Please, do you mind if I sit here again?" she happily asks.
A simple nod is his answer. She's wearing a yellow dress and she looks very fragile.
"Where do you stay?" he asks her after she fully settled on the big stone beside the big roots where he sits.
She smiles. "Keanne is my cousin and she invited me to spend my summer vacation here."
He nods again.
"I like it here, the place, this river, and the quiet environment." She closes her eyes and leans back on the mangoes' bark.
He looks at her then looks back at the water.
"Is that all?" he asks.
She opens her eyes. "Hmmm, it is relaxing in here, I like the green grass and the feel of the rough mango bark on my back. The warm stone I sit on. Everything!"
"Nature lover, huh?"
"Hmmm, sort of. How about you?" She looks at him.
He shakes his head negatively. "Nothing."
She frowns. "Nothing?"
He nods.
"Hmmm, hearing it is something new!" she says jubilantly. "But honestly, a person has always something on himself; beauty, joy, cravings, even loneliness and desperation. There is always something in a person's life."
And that was the beginning. They became friends, sharing that something and nothing.
But he lives in his dark past. She's the light that comes to lighten his world, but summer will end after two weeks and his world will be dark again.
"But you don't need to think sadness before it grips you", she says as they hold each other's hand under the mango tree at the riverbank.
"You will not enjoy life if you think of getting hurt someday. You will not feel what real love is if you restrain yourself from loving that special person wholly. Will you reap full trust if you sow only half? Interruptions come in a person's life and we can't stop them, nobody can. Someone we love might disappoint us, incurable sickness will embrace us, and some people will leave us behind. Well, it's natural. We don't know what's in store for tomorrow, so while we have the now, let's embrace it joyfully, thanking God for giving it to us, even for a short period. What matters is the lesson it teaches us, that there is always more to life than increasing its speed."
"Yeah, I guess so."
The following day is a cloudy day for him. As he cleans his closet, he sees the picture of the woman he loved before, he was about to marry, a woman whom he'd given all his devotion and understanding, a woman he adored, yet left him because of some foreign ambitions - unattainable if she remained in their small village. The grief and bitterness flows back to his heart like a strong current of the river.
She's been waiting for him for two hours already yet even his shadow isn't there. But she still waits... till the darkness envelopes the day and it's time for her to go home. Every day she waits for him at the riverbank until the summer is over; the summer of her heart.
September.
"Where does she live?" He is sitting in the living room of Keanne's house. She's looking grumpily at him.
"Please", he begs.
"Heaven."
He frowns. "Please tell me. I need to go to her and tell her how sorry am I."
She shakes her head. Then some small pearls of tears roll onto her cheek.
"She already passed away, two weeks ago. She had bone marrow cancer. You saw how pale she was? Of course you didn't see it, because you always looked down at yourself."
He sat by the river and wept silently, but tears would not return her from the grave. Then, he remembered what she said.
"Always enjoy the present because it was God's gift to us, and it's the only thing that we have now."
--- Copyright © 2005 Lumie Rose N. Jawili
April 23, 2008
" God determines who walks into your life. It is up to you to decide who you let walk away, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let go."
Author Unknown --- Submitted by Emily H. --- Texas
April 21, 2008
" As long as time exists, we can always make up for what we fell short in."
Copyright © 2008 Allen Steble
April 16, 2008
" To be a star you must shine your own light, follow your own path and not be afraid of the darkness, for that is when stars shine brightest."
Author Unknown
April 7, 2008
" Pull me up and I will stand."
Written in 2008 by Kevin Ongeti --- Kenya