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Father,
I pray for everyone reading this; that you will fill us with the knowledge of your will and spiritual understanding.
Father, show us how to walk in a manner that pleases you.
Help us to bear fruit in good works so that it may bring honor to you.
Father, increase our knowledge of you.
Father, strengthen us with all might according to your power so that we can do your will.
Father, show us how to express Joy and thanks to you for your grace.
I pray this with the assurance of confidence and authority in Christ's name,

AMEN

Mortal: What is a million years like to you?

God: Like one second.

Mortal: What is a million dollars like to you?

God: Like one penny.

Mortal: Can I have a penny?

God: Just a second.

I was reading another thread that posted a question about moving in with someone after a short period of time. Got me to thinking maybe it would be right to offer all of you some good advice about a website to find out some not told secrets of that person you so wish to be with so badly.
In todays world of internet dating, you simply don't know if intentions are real or true to form, as you so preceive. so simply go to this website and save it to your favorites. It will be the BEST advice you will ever recieve. Less of course you knew of it prior, and if you did, I say kudos to you.

I am sooooo looking to meet Finnish gals! I live in North America, and I am of Finnish Heritage. I admire the Finnish language, culture and I would LOVE nothing more than to travel to Finland!

I turned to her and shouted, 'Because my mother died!' and thought, My God, why was I saying this to a little child?

'Oh,' she said quietly, 'then this is a bad day.'

'Yes,' I said, 'and yesterday and the day before and -- oh, go away!'
'Did it hurt?' she inquired.

'Did what hurt?' I was exasperated with her, with myself.
'When she died?'
'Of course it hurt!' I snapped, misunderstanding, wrapped up in myself. I strode off.

A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn't there. Feeling guilty, ashamed, and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn looking young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door.

'Hello,' I said, 'I'm Robert Peterson. I missed your little girl today and wondered where she was.'

'Oh yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much. I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance, please, accept my apologies.'

'Not at all -- she's a delightful child.' I said, suddenly realizing that I meant what I had just said.

'Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson. She had leukemia. Maybe she didn't tell you.'


Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. I had to catch my breath.
'She loved this beach, so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no.

She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days. But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly...' Her voice faltered, 'She left something for you, if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?'

I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely young woman. She handed me a smeared envelope with 'MR. P' printed in bold childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues -- a yellow beach, a blue sea, and a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed:

A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten to love opened wide. I took Wendy's mother in my arms. 'I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry,' I uttered over and over, and we wept together. The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words -- one for each year
of her life -- that speak to me of harmony, courage, and undemanding love.

THE SANDPIPER


She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live. I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world begins to close in on me. She was building a sand castle or something and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.

'Hello,' she said.
I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child.
'I'm building,' she said.
'I see that. What is it?' I asked, not really caring.
'Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel of sand.'
That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes.
A sandpiper glided by.
'That's a joy,' the child said.
'It's a what?'
'It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy.'
The bird went gliding down the beach.
Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself, hello pain, and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my life seemed completely out of balance.

'What's your name?' She wouldn't give up.
'Robert,' I answered.. 'I'm Robert Peterson.'
'Mine's Wendy... I'm six.'
'Hi, Wendy.'
She giggled. 'You're funny,' she said.
In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on.
Her musical giggle followed me.

'Come again, Mr. P,' she called. 'We'll have another happy day.'

The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, and an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out of the dishwater. I need a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat and going to the beach.
The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was
chilly but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed.

'Hello, Mr. P,' she said. 'Do you want to play?'

'What did you have in mind?' I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.
'I don't know. You say.'
'How about charades?' I asked sarcastically.
The tinkling laughter burst forth again. 'I don't know what that is.'
'Then let's just walk.'

Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face
'Where do you live?' I asked...
'Over there.' She pointed toward a row of summer cottages.
Strange, I thought, in winter.

'Where do you go to school?'
'I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on vacation.'

She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was on other things. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day. Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed. Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was in no mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt like demanding she keep her child at home.

'Look, if you don't mind,' I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, 'I'd rather be alone today.' She seemed unusually pale and out of breath.

'Why?' she asked.

(9)-But, what was that?
- That was the Main idea of Buteyko’s method, the first step to immortality, the scientist replied smiling.
U.P walked and looked to Konstantine.
-Main idea… How is normally?
- The shallow breathing, to take as little wind for 20 minuets, or more. Do not forget, every deep breathing oxygen, rusting. In the first ten minutes will be forced to make some deep inhales but then you will see that you can give lip to these shallows.
- And this is the first step. There are more?
- It is a far way if you want to know.
- I want to know, he said tension. Sat in the chair and got nervous his head. I feel odd, as if I discover the world, as if I was born until now…
- Then choose your name, said Konstantine kindly. Man should choose by himself birth and the name. You appeared 15 years before to life, but now felt that you been born. You chose now and your name.
U.P took the glass of water from the Biologist, and dropped it ceremonial on his head.
- In the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit call with Alexander.
-Well Alexander, it is important that you made.
- The name Alexander? Asked will he fixing the wet hair.
- To immersing yourself in the water.
- Why?
- The water keeps the information. Suppose you have a group of people in a room and say gibberish. We also have another group of people in another room that make a meaningful debate. In both groups there is a bucket of water. If you freeze these two buckets will find that the ice in the first group is freak ice while the second is straightforward.
- What do you say! Overawed said,his mind was working. The water can be kept as information prayer?
- Alexander Bravo! Konstantine said with satisfaction. That is, water can be kept as information and prayer. Do continue to your thoughts.
- We have made a meaningful debate, the water in the glass got the information and I cast a pall on me. And the water in church gets information becomes prayer and Holy water. So when people drink or punching it, gets information, the prayer.
- Exactly. Think now where the body is 90% water. How beneficial is the positive thinking!
They herd loudspeakers and the voice of the Security man.
”Everyone has to go to the meeting room in 10 minutes.”
Not visible day or night. Certainly their calendars showing the day and watches the hours, but the constant environmental conditions they were led to operate each with his personal style. Thus, in the meeting, it seemed that many were beginning to wake up. They do not have time for discussions; the President and his bodyguards appeared, sat down and looked at them.
- Ladies and gentlemen, get ready. We go up.

IM NOT GOING TO TYPE THE VERSE LOL. BUT IN ANYTHING A BOOK WHEN STUDYING ANYTHING GOTTA KEEP DIGGING AND READING.
GONNA TYPE JOHN 3:20 FOR EVERYONE WHO DOES EVIL HATES THE LIGHT AND DOES NOT COME INTO THE LIGHT IN FEAR THAT THIER DEEDS WILL BE EXPOSED.
WELL GOES LIKE THIS THE LIGHT IS THE SPIRIT OF GOD. OK WHAT DOES THE SPIRIT DO TO A PERSON??? WELL IT BEARS A CONSCIENCE GUILT AND A CHRIST CENTERED CONSCIENCE TO TELL WHAT PLEASES THE LORD AND WHAT DOESNT. OK SAY I HAVE CLAY WHEN IT LOSES IT MOISTURE WHAT HAPPENS IT BECOMES HARD RIGHT? SAME THING WITH A HUMAN CONSCIENCE (((HEART))) IN TIME WITHOUT A WATERING OF THE HOLY SPIRIT IN ONE'S LIFE YOU GET HARDEN. AND WHEN THAT HAPPENS YOUR BACK TO STEP ONE. SO DON'T QOUTE JOHN 3:16 AS A EXCUSE YO I'M EVIL JOHN 3:16 BABY YEAH LOL. WHOVER BELIEVES<<<
THATS A ACTION WORD. SO MAKE IT A ACTION TO BELIEVE AND RECIEVE THE LORD EVERYDAY TO HAVE A CONSCIENCE TO DO GOOD.
NOT SOME LAME EXCUSE TO BE EVIL OR WHATEVER IT IS SOME PEOPLE DO.
GOATEE'S BREAKING NEWS AND LIFE GIVING WORDS
GOD SENCE 101

I think that so many people abuse love, they don't know what they have or they don't care. It's so hard to find someone who loves you. I mean really loves you. Be with you 50 years from now love. So many times people leave someone who has given them that kind of devotion, not realizing what they were giving away until later. I swear I see it all the time. I'm not the only one who sees this, right? It's not only men who do this, it's women too. Why can't people see when they have that kind of love? Do they just not want it? It's crazy.

I'm one of those "whats meant to happen will happen" type people so of course I believe there's a person for everyone whom they're supposed to be with. I know a lot of people don't believe that. But anyway why do people treat love as if you could buy it on every corner? You can't! Real love is so hard to come by. There's people married to people who they don't even love. Maybe they gave away the right one a long time ago. Or maybe they settled and stopped looking for the right one. Who knows I guess. It's just such a waste.

So, if you're in the wrong relationship and you know it, get out now. Don't be afraid to be alone for a while. You will meet the right one. One of the worst things you can do is stay in a relationship for the fear of being alone. You won't be alone forever. There is someone out there for you, you just haven't found them yet. But don't keep stringing someone along if you don't love them back, they don't deserve it and neither do you. You're wasting precious time out of your life and life is short. If you've already let someone go who did love you that much. Maybe you should take some time and think about that. Why'd you let them go? Are you sure it was a good enough reason to throw away that kind of love?

If you're in that kind of relationship already, be grateful! If you have a girl/guy who loves you more than anything else and would marry you tomorrow and be with you when you're old, don't do anything stupid! Be grateful for what you have. So many people don't have it and wish they did. And people, once you taint the love/relationship by being unfaithful or dishonest it's never the same. So stop messing up a good thing!

You don't know what you've got til it's gone! That's some real talk.

And a message to those of you who are giving the love, the great love and you aren't being appreciated and treated like you should. Just do the best you can. If the relationship ends up failing, at least you will know you did everything you could to make it work. One of the worst feelings you can feel is sitting there alone after a breakup wondering if you did everything right, thinking "if I could go back, theres so much I would change" you don't want to feel this, so do it now. I know sometimes it seems like future is so clear and you think you'll be with that person for a long time and then bam! Things change, well you know what that means right? They weren't the right one. They weren't deserving of your love or your time. Give it to someone who does appreciate you.

Always be yourself. Don't pretend to be someone you're not just to keep someone else happy. If you're having to do this, they don't love you. Sorry, harsh but true. Someone that loves you would love everything about you. And would encourage you to be yourself and do what makes you happy. You may think it's worth to keep the person in your life but it's not. You will never be happy living this way.

And for those who are giving the love and don't know when to say "Enough is enough", well enough in my opinion is when you've done all you can. You've compromised as much as you possibly can and they still don't change. That is enough. When you've been going through the same shit year after year, month after month. That is enough. You have to fight for love but you also have to be fair to yourself and give yourself what YOU deserve.

A good heathly relationship should have no end in sight.

A story about this gentleman who knocks on his son's door.
"Jaime," he says, "wake up!"
Jaime answers, "I don't want to get up, Papa."
The father shouts, "Get up, you have to go to school."
Jaime says, "I don't want to go to school."
"Why not?" asks the father.
"Three reasons," says Jaime. "First, because it's so dull; second, the kids tease me; and third, I hate school."
And the father says, "Well, I am going to give you three reasons why you must go to school. First, because it is your duty; second, because you are forty-five years old, and third, because you are the headmaster."

Wake up, wake up! You've grown up.
You're too big to be asleep. Wake up! Stop playing with your toys.