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I received this in an email. It's one of those little cute messages floating in cyberspace... There was once a man and woman who had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked abouteverything. They had kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she hadcautioned her husband never to open or ask her about it. For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover. In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife's bedside. She agreedthat it was time that he should know what was in the box.When he opened it, he found two crocheted dollies and astack of money totaling $25,000. He asked her about the contents. "When we were to be married," she said, "my grandmother told me the secret ofa happy marriage was to never argu...

Life's Little Instruction Book... Have a firm handshake.Look people in the eye Sing in the shower Own a great stereo system If in a fight, hit first and hit hard Keep secrets Never give up on anybody Miracles happen everyday Always accept an outstretched hand Be brave. Even if you're not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference Whistle Avoid sarcastic remarks Choose your life's mate carefully From this one decision will come 90 per cent of all your happiness or misery Make it a habit to do nice things for people who will never find out Lend only those books you never care to see again Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all that they have When playing games with children, let them win Give people a second chance, but not a third Be romantic Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know Loosen up Relax Except for rare life-and-death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems Don't allow the phone to interrupt import...

WHEN I SAY... When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'" I'm whispering "I was lost" Now I'm found and forgiven. When I say... "I am a Christian" I don't speak of this with pride I'm confessing that I stumble and need CHRIST to be my guide. When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not trying to be strong I'm professing that I'm weak and need HIS strength to carry on. When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not bragging of success I'm admitting I have failed and need GOD to clean my mess. When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not claiming to be perfect My flaws are far too visible but GOD believes that I'm worth it. When I say... "I am a Christian" I still feel the sting of pain I have my share of heartaches So I call upon HIS name. When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not holier than thou I'm just a simple sinner who...

When I have to choose between forgiving and allowing anger to harbour in me as part of my sinful nature, I chose to forgive. But on ONE condition. That apologies and remose MUST come knocking on my door pleading for my forgiveness. Was it too much? No, not when I am hurt badly. Mad Cat made me realised that when God lives in us, we will want to make things right before Him. Regardless of the consequences we have to face, we have to pay our debts. When there is repentance, there will be forgiveness. It takes lots of courage and humbleness, especially from people we truly care about. But one thing for sure, I will be quick to curse my enemies than to bless them. Sometimes things seems to happen the other way around. My enemies seems to be receiving blessings from God. Why? Does He love them more than me? I came across an article in Grace@Work , and it game me an insight which I refused to see until now. The author chose the story of Soloman. The son of David whom David had with Bathsh...

Forgiving has never been an easy part of me. Whatmore for forgivng and forgetting. Sometimes being in anger is so much more comfortable than to say those two words, "I forgive". Forgiving makes me vulnerable, or so I believed, it makes me weak. Something which I felt that I am not made to be. Subconciously, walls are automatically, almost immediately erected around me to protect me. A harden heart I become and I chose to be. I found and article some months back. I can't remember who was the author or where I have found the article. I can't even remember the contents of the article. But what I remember is this...it said that 'forgiving does not mean that you are allowing or agreeing with the person that he or she has the right to hurt you, but forgiving means to let go and to allow God to heal you.' To heal the hurt, to heal the brokeness and to dry the tears. Those words stuck to me for the longest time. Each time I chose to be angry, I remembered the words ...

Jesus replied, "I tell you the truth, if you have faith and do not doubt, not only can you do what was done to the fig tree, but also you can say to this mountain, 'Go throw yourself into the sea,' and it will be done." -Matthew 21:21- The issue on faith has been in mind lately. Is He trying to tell me something? Or am I learning a new area in my life which I need to place it into perspective. ' FAITH ' sounds so small, yet it can move mountains. Without it, we are heading nowhere in our lives. I received unconfirmed news today that the company which I had joined two years ago is not doing well. Hope of increment and annual bonuses are flushed down the pipes. Hopes of succeeding well in the company are dashed and replaced with uncertainty in the future ahead. What would happen to us, many will ask. I gave up an opportunity earlier intending to stay put for another 2 years or so, in order for me to be more marketable in the job market. Have I made the right ch...