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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…

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
life.

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.

Love - It can't get better than this

Love in action.  The Cross is the best expression of Love.

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.

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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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.