Thursday, May 30, 2013

The Strangest Secret by Earl Nightingale

Have you ever wondered why some people succeed… while others always seem to fail?
Earl Nightingale summed it up in what he calls the 6 most powerful words in the Universe. In today's short inspirational movie, you'll get to hear directly in Earl's voice what they are and why they're fundamental to achieving your goals.
Teachers, sages, philosophers, and prophets from all cultures and eras agree.
"The human mind is the last great unexplored continent on the Earth" says Earl.
But what are those six words he holds in even greater reverence?
You'll have to watch the video below to find out…

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Hands - Beautiful

I've never given much thought to my hands and what they've done
all these years.

An old man, probably some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the
park bench.  He didn't move, just sat with his head down staring
at his hands.

When I sat down beside him he didn't acknowledge my presence and
the longer I sat I wondered if he was ok.

Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to check
on him at the same time, I asked him if he was ok.

He raised his head and looked at me and smiled.  "Yes, I'm fine,
thank you for asking," he said in a clear strong voice.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, sir, but you were just sitting
here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were
ok?" I explained to him.

"Have you ever looked at your hands?" he asked.  "I  mean really
looked at your hands."

I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them.  I turned them
over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never
really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point he
was making.

Then he smiled and related this story: "Stop and think for a
moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well
throughout your years.

These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled and weak have been the
tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace

They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon
the floor.  They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back.
As a child my mother taught me to fold them in prayer.  They
tied my shoes and pulled on my boots.

They dried the tears of my children and caressed the love of my
life.  They held my rifle and wiped my tears when I went off to
war.  They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent.

They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son.
Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was
married and loved someone special.

They wrote the letters home and trembled and shook when I buried
my parents and spouse and when I walked my daughter down the
aisle.  Yet, they were strong and sure when I dug my buddy out
of a foxhole and lifted a plow off of my best friends foot.

They have held children, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists
of anger when I didn't understand.  They have covered my face,
combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body.
They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw.

And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real
well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to
fold in prayer.  These hands are the mark of where I've been and
the ruggedness of my life.

But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach
out and take when he leads me home.  And He won't care about
where these hands have been or what they have done.  What He
will care about is to whom these hands belong and how much He
loves these hands.

And with these hands He will lift me to His side and there I
will use these hands to touch the face of Christ."

No doubt I will never look at my hands the same again.

I never saw the old man again after I left the park that day but
I will never forget him and the words he spoke.  When my hands
are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children I
think of the man in the park.  I have a feeling he has been
stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.  I, too, want
to touch the face of God and feel his hands upon my face.

Thank you, O God, for hands.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Monday, May 27, 2013

The Holy Rosary

Blessed Mother, tell us
How came you by this prayer?
Avenue of God's own grace -
Oh tell us, Mother Fair!

Handmaid of the Lord,
Living will of God;
We're sure the Holy Rosary
Came somehow by His nod.

Dear Mary, we are puzzled
We know not how for sure -
But since you know the secret,
Please tell us, Mother Pure!

My child, here is the answer
Who gave this prayer to me:
The center of the Rosary -
God the Son, you see!

Jesus fashioned it Himself
For me to give to you;
Remind you of His life, His death
And resurrection too.

So pray the Rosary daily -
God's gift of meditation;
Pray to bring true peace on earth
Restore all of Creation.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

End of the Beginning.

David was born to bless us who hunger to know more about what makes life worthwhile. His amazing voice and beautiful presence can change lives and his love for the Lord JESUS ,so evident from his powerful songs will strengthen the faith of those who are floundering as I am.

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Friday, May 24, 2013

Drawing Heaven

Makes one pause, and reflect!!
Some of her art work is at Mardel and is so beautiful it takes your breath away.
If you read the book “Heaven is for Real,” this is the little girl who was talked about in the book and her rendition of Christ. Every time the little boy in the book saw a picture of Christ, his folks would ask him if the pictures he saw actually looked like Christ. He would always say no until he saw Akiane’s picture of Christ, then he said this is what Christ looks like. After you scroll through her artwork there is a video at the end.
Absolutely amazing.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Burnt Toast is not a deal breaker

A story by a girl.
"When I was a little girl, my mom liked to make
breakfast food for
dinner every now and then. And I remember one
night in particular when
she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at
work. On that evening
so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs,
sausage, and extremely
burned toast in front of my dad. I remember
waiting to see if anyone
noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his
toast, smile at my mom,
and ask me how my day was at school. I don't
remember what I told him
that night, but I do remember Watching him smear
butter and jelly on
that toast and eat every bite!
When I got Up from the table that evening, I
remember hearing my mom
apologize to my dad For burning the toast. And
I'll never forget what he
'Baby, I love burned toast.'
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night
and I asked him if He
really liked his toast burned. He wrapped me in
his arms and said,
'Debbie, your Momma put in a hard day at work
today and she's real
tired. And besides-a little burnt toast never hurt
anyone!' You know,
life is full of imperfect things.....and imperfect
I'm not the best housekeeper or cook.
What I've learned over the years is that learning
to accept each other's faults
- and choosing to celebrate each other's
differences - is the one of the
most important keys to creating a healthy,
growing, and lasting relationship.
And that's my prayer for you today. That you will
learn to take the
good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and
lay them at the feet
of GOD. Because in the end, He's the only One who
will be able to give
you a relationship where burnt toast isn't a
deal-breaker! We could
extend this to any relationship in fact - as
understanding is the base
of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or
parent-child or friendship!! "

"Don't put the key to your happiness in someone
else's pocket but into
your own."

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Monday, May 20, 2013

Notes from the universe

"Sometimes the story finds the storyteller. Not the other way around." – T.L. Pearson, from the movie – Neverwas
At its core, that quote is talking about our higher self, God, Universe giving us a nudge… a message to inspire us to do the important work on ourselves so that we can live a more joyful, abundant, amazing life.

Video compiled by Chris Cade ~ Featuring Notes from the Universe.
All Notes are copyrighted by Mike Dooley and

Saturday, May 18, 2013

The Dash

Would you like to make a difference with your life? If do you do it?

The secret to making a difference with your life is captured in this beautiful and unforgettable 3-minute movie.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

I miss you Daddy - 9/11

  Mia - Every time I hear this, my father comes to mind and the tears roll down my cheeks. He didn't die, but every day I wish he was here with me, he abandon my mom with me when I was three, he left and started a new family, He never cared to call, but added me on facebook, it's hard, seeing him with another family, I wish he was here, I hate my mom, she told me I was a disappointment on Christmas eve, I'm bullied at school, and i just wish my father was here to help guide me.

Lily - I'm so sorry I know what it's like to lose someone you love. My parents divorcied when I was 3 or 4,but I still have them both but I only get to see them on the weekends.Your daddy is always watching over you no matter what. So don't worry be happy.

Lexi - goodness, gracious my makeup is totally ruined!!! im balling my eyes out!!! BTW, yes he sees you, and he loves you too!!!!!

Just Checking-in Today

A minister passing through his church, in the middle of the day.
Decided to pause by the altar and see who had come to pray.
Just then the back door opened, a man came down the aisle.
The minister frowned as he saw, the man hadn't shaved in a while.

His shirt was kind of shabby and his coat was worn and frayed.
The man knelt, he bowed his head, then rose and walked away.
In the days that followed, each noontime came this chap.
Each time he knelt just for a moment,  a lunch pail in his lap
Well, the minister's suspicions grew, with robbery a main fear.

He decided to stop the man and ask him, 'What are you doing here?'
The old man said, he worked down the road, lunch was half an hour.
Lunchtime was his prayer time, for finding strength and power. 
'I stay only for moments, see, cause the factory's so far away.
As I kneel here talking to the Lord, this is kinda what I say.'


The minister, feeling foolish, told Jim that it was fine.
He told the man that he was welcome to come and pray just anytime.

'Time to go', Jim smiled, said, 'Thanks.' He hurried to the door.
The minister knelt at the altar, he'd never done it before.

His cold heart melted, warmed with love, and met with Jesus there.
And as the tears flowed, in his heart, he repeated old Jim's prayer:


Past noon one day, the minister noticed that old Jim hadn't come.
As more days passed without Jim, he began to worry some.
At the factory, he asked about him, learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried, But he'd given them a thrill..

The week that Jim was with them, Brought changes in the ward.
His smiles, a joy contagious. Changed people, were his reward.
The head nurse couldn't understand why Jim was so glad,
when no flowers, calls or cards came, Not a visitor he had.

The minister stayed by his bed, He voiced the nurse's concern.
No friends came to show they cared. He had nowhere to turn.
Looking surprised, old Jim spoke up and with a winsome smile said, 
'the nurse is wrong, she couldn't know, that He's in here all the while.'

'Everyday at noon He's here, a dear Friend of mine you see.
He sits right down, takes my hand, leans over and says to me:'


Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Pulling together

You may have heard me say...

It's not what you say, but how you say it, that turns the switch from "off" to "on."

Monday, May 13, 2013

Effortless Affirmations and the vast wasteland of TV

The biggest problem with the TV (and trust me it has many issues) is that it doesn't require much of your brain. Unlike reading (or even listening) your mind doesn't need to imagine anything. Sight and sounds are done for you. Your grey matter need only go into "download mode."
This is a rather scary thought – that you automatically download into your subconscious whatever is put before you on the TV – especially when you consider what gets broadcasted.
In his historic "television is a vast wasteland" speech, Newton N. Minow said:
"[Television is] a procession of game shows, formula comedies about totally unbelievable families, blood and thunder, mayhem, violence, sadism, murder, western bad men, western good men, private eyes, gangsters, more violence, and cartoons. And endless commercials — many screaming, cajoling, and offending. And most of all, boredom. True, you'll see a few things you will enjoy. But they will be very, very few."
Minnow said that back in 1961. Has TV changed much in the last five decades?
On the flipside, though, the "effortless downloading" that happens when watching television (or DVDs or YouTube) can be beneficial – if what you are watching is in tune with your values and your goals in life.
Today, I have a very short motivational video that merges affirmations, images and music. It's by the same people who brought you "The Secret." This is what I call "effortless affirmations."

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Happy Mothers Day

I love my mom more than anything. No matter what i go through, whether it's a fight with my brother or something that happened at school, i know she's the one person i would be able to tell everything and anything to. I love my mommy~


Thursday, May 9, 2013


My Favorite Animal

Our teacher asked what my favorite animal was, and I said, "Fried chicken."

She said I wasn't funny, but she couldn't have been right, because everyone else laughed.
My parents told me to always tell the truth. I did. Fried chicken is my favorite animal.
I told my dad what happened, and he said my teacher was probably a member of PETA.
He said they love animals very much.
I do, too. Especially chicken, pork and beef. Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal's office.
I told him what happened, and he laughed, too. Then he told me not to do it again. The next day in class my teacher asked me what my favorite live animal was.
I told her it was chicken. She asked me why, so I told her it was because you could make them into fried chicken. She sent me back to the principal's office. He laughed, and told me not to do it again. I don't understand. My parents taught me to be honest, but my teacher doesn't like it when I am. Today, my teacher asked me to tell her what famous person I admired most.
I told her, "Colonel Sanders." Guess where I am now..

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Drinking from my saucer

Everytime I hear this song I cry. I lost my dad.  He was my world, and he loved Micheal Combs and he really loved this song. I miss him so much, but I know one day I will be up there with him, he is waiting for us up there.

Thank you very much to all you lovely people out there who took the time to view and appreciate this wonderful worship song. May our Heavenly Father bless all of you and your entire household abundantly with peace, joy and love. Amen!!!

Thursday, May 2, 2013

You get what you give

If you’ve ever doubted what difference you can really make in this world…
Then please watch this short heartwarming video that beautifully captures how the small things we do in our everyday lives can make a big difference.
Enjoy this vibrant message that reminds us… we truly do get what we give!