Thank You...
Dear GOD:
I want to thank You for what you have already done.
I am not going to wait until I see results or receive rewards,
I am thanking you right now.
I am not going to wait until I feel better or things look better,
I am thanking you right now.
I am not going to wait until people say they are sorry or until they stop talking about me,
I am thanking you right now.
I am not going to wait until the pain in my body disappears,
I am thanking you right now.
I am not going to wait until my financial situation improves,
I am going to thank you right now.
I am not going to wait until the children are asleep and the house is quiet.
I am going to thank you right now.
I am not going to wait until I get promoted at work or until I get thejob.
I am going to thank you right now.
I am not going to wait until I understand every experience in my life that has caused me pain or grief,
I am going to thank you right now.
I am not going to wait until the journey gets easier or the challenges are removed,
I am thanking you right now.
I am thanking you because I am alive.
I am thanking you because I made it through the day's difficulties.
I am thanking you because I have walked around the obstacles.
I am thanking you because I have the ability and the opportunity to do more and do better.
I'm thanking you because, FATHER, YOU haven't given up on me.
God is just so good, and he's good all the time.
* Got this from Words To Live By, Thanks Sarah.
Monday, February 28, 2005
Saturday, February 26, 2005
Since I need an update...here it is...
* Snagged this one from Lorrie ... thanks fellow CSI aficianado.
Ah, to be in love. It is far too complex to comprehend why, after loves initial bewitchment of the lovestruck victim it casts on it a spell of total submission to the joys and pains it brings. To be hopelessly and helplessly in love is a one-of-a-kind experience, an oxymoron of all sorts, for it is bitter as it is sweet, and it is lethal as it is invigorating. You see, the irony of it all is this: to fall in love with someone is to give that chosen one the power to make you happy, and also the power to hurt you the most. It is a double-edged sword, for as much as love can open you up and set you free, it could also cut your throat and stab you to death.
The bits and pieces of broken hearts and the tears shed over love are so many that Cupid should be out of business by now. Hurt within, and out of love is a tragic predicament that you should avoid at all costs as much as you can. It is not an easy task though, because love, in its pure beauty and charm, is simply irresistible. If you’re in its good favor, and it is for you, it will take you to a roller coaster ride of being in a heaven to another; if it is not, then your roller coaster straps will just snap and you'd fall, injuring yourself, bumping and slamming in the tracks, and eventually land on the hard, cold, sharp-rocks-packed ground. Oh how I wish it is an exaggeration, a convoluted use of hyperbole (my English teachers would be sooo proud of me), but its not.
When love hurts, it hurts- A LOT. It comes in stages: first, denial - initially you refuse to believe everything that has happened and you go on stepping backwards, hoping to be propped up by your protective cushion of the wonderful past; then, incredulity - after the reality of events has whacked your head a million times, you ask the age-old question but how could it be? we love each other!; and last, pain - just pure, blinding, bitter as hell pain. And oh, pangs of guilt, anger, and occasional moments of temporary insanity add to the excitement of things. This (loves poking, stabbing, hurting-in-stages action) goes not only for earth crushing break-ups, but also for those petty fights that couples have caused by annoyingly weird, irritating pet peeves that blow up right into their faces, making them think what the hell did I get myself into?!
Then why, oh why, do people go gaga over love? If tales of heartaches are countless and pieces of shattered hearts are strewn all over the world, why long for love, hopefully wait for it, desperately search for it, and stubbornly fight for it?
That, my friend, is loves complex magic.
Because for every tear that is shed over it, a smile is waiting; and for every morsel of a shattered heart, a healing spirit is invoked. I read from somewhere that time does not heal all wounds, love does. And its true. Love awakens the white lighter in each person; and every blow, every stab, every shooting, blinding pain is designed to transform itself to a chi of strength, a jolt of confidence, and overwhelming happiness someday. It is a worn-out cliche, I know, but hey it still works - love, and all the joys and especially the pains that it brings, makes you a stronger and better person.
Another cliche?
To live is to love. To love is to hurt. To hurt is to live.
* Snagged this one from Lorrie ... thanks fellow CSI aficianado.
Ah, to be in love. It is far too complex to comprehend why, after loves initial bewitchment of the lovestruck victim it casts on it a spell of total submission to the joys and pains it brings. To be hopelessly and helplessly in love is a one-of-a-kind experience, an oxymoron of all sorts, for it is bitter as it is sweet, and it is lethal as it is invigorating. You see, the irony of it all is this: to fall in love with someone is to give that chosen one the power to make you happy, and also the power to hurt you the most. It is a double-edged sword, for as much as love can open you up and set you free, it could also cut your throat and stab you to death.
The bits and pieces of broken hearts and the tears shed over love are so many that Cupid should be out of business by now. Hurt within, and out of love is a tragic predicament that you should avoid at all costs as much as you can. It is not an easy task though, because love, in its pure beauty and charm, is simply irresistible. If you’re in its good favor, and it is for you, it will take you to a roller coaster ride of being in a heaven to another; if it is not, then your roller coaster straps will just snap and you'd fall, injuring yourself, bumping and slamming in the tracks, and eventually land on the hard, cold, sharp-rocks-packed ground. Oh how I wish it is an exaggeration, a convoluted use of hyperbole (my English teachers would be sooo proud of me), but its not.
When love hurts, it hurts- A LOT. It comes in stages: first, denial - initially you refuse to believe everything that has happened and you go on stepping backwards, hoping to be propped up by your protective cushion of the wonderful past; then, incredulity - after the reality of events has whacked your head a million times, you ask the age-old question but how could it be? we love each other!; and last, pain - just pure, blinding, bitter as hell pain. And oh, pangs of guilt, anger, and occasional moments of temporary insanity add to the excitement of things. This (loves poking, stabbing, hurting-in-stages action) goes not only for earth crushing break-ups, but also for those petty fights that couples have caused by annoyingly weird, irritating pet peeves that blow up right into their faces, making them think what the hell did I get myself into?!
Then why, oh why, do people go gaga over love? If tales of heartaches are countless and pieces of shattered hearts are strewn all over the world, why long for love, hopefully wait for it, desperately search for it, and stubbornly fight for it?
That, my friend, is loves complex magic.
Because for every tear that is shed over it, a smile is waiting; and for every morsel of a shattered heart, a healing spirit is invoked. I read from somewhere that time does not heal all wounds, love does. And its true. Love awakens the white lighter in each person; and every blow, every stab, every shooting, blinding pain is designed to transform itself to a chi of strength, a jolt of confidence, and overwhelming happiness someday. It is a worn-out cliche, I know, but hey it still works - love, and all the joys and especially the pains that it brings, makes you a stronger and better person.
Another cliche?
To live is to love. To love is to hurt. To hurt is to live.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
I'm a Monica ...
 | You scored as Monica. The neat freak who would do anything for her friends. You're Monica, not always that popular but everyone loves you now.
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Friday, February 18, 2005
My AI bets...
Hope they make it...
TGIF! dinner and VS with the EBC gurls later. NG will be out of town this weekend. What to do online? Hmmmm ... play Valentiner. [hehehe] or I could always make up for lost sleep. Yeah, that's an idea. Or I could always try and update my Jomari Connection, yeah, I'm almost done with the front page. Whatta progress huh? Or the EBC Hummina Page...sheesh. Long overdue that page. Anyhoo, I can do a lot of things but that doesn't mean I will accomplish them right? Goodluck to me. Habba fine-d weekend to all. God Bless us always.
Hope they make it...
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