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The Best Prayer I Have Heard In A Long Time...
Heavenly Father, Help us remember that the jerk who cut us off in
traffic last night is a single mother who worked nine hours that day and
is rushing home to cook dinner, help with homework, do the laundry and
spend a few precious moments with her children.
Help us to remember that the pierced, tattooed, disinterested young man
who can't make change correctly is a worried
19-year-old college student, balancing his apprehension over final exams
with his fear of not getting his student loans for next semester.
Remind us, Lord, that the scary looking bum, begging for money in the
same spot every day (who really ought to get a job!) is a slave to
addictions
that we can only imagine in our worst nightmares.
Help us to remember that the old couple walking annoyingly slow through
the store aisles and blocking our shopping progress are savoring this
moment, knowing that, based on the biopsy report she got back last week,
this will be the last year that they go shopping together.
Heavenly Father, remind us each day that, of all the gifts you give us,
the greatest gift is love.
It is not enough to share that love with those we hold dear. Open our
hearts
not to just those that are close to us, but to all humanity.
Let us be slow to judge and quick to forgive, show patience, empathy and
love.
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The Best Prayer I Have Heard In A Long Time...
Heavenly Father, Help us remember that the jerk who cut us off in
traffic last night is a single mother who worked nine hours that day and
is rushing home to cook dinner, help with homework, do the laundry and
spend a few precious moments with her children.
Help us to remember that the pierced, tattooed, disinterested young man
who can't make change correctly is a worried
19-year-old college student, balancing his apprehension over final exams
with his fear of not getting his student loans for next semester.
Remind us, Lord, that the scary looking bum, begging for money in the
same spot every day (who really ought to get a job!) is a slave to
addictions
that we can only imagine in our worst nightmares.
Help us to remember that the old couple walking annoyingly slow through
the store aisles and blocking our shopping progress are savoring this
moment, knowing that, based on the biopsy report she got back last week,
this will be the last year that they go shopping together.
Heavenly Father, remind us each day that, of all the gifts you give us,
the greatest gift is love.
It is not enough to share that love with those we hold dear. Open our
hearts
not to just those that are close to us, but to all humanity.
Let us be slow to judge and quick to forgive, show patience, empathy and
love.
ahmen! :)
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Heavenly Father, Help us remember that the jerk who cut us off in
traffic last night is a single mother who worked nine hours that day. Let us pray that she makes it home to cook dinner, help with homework, do the laundry and
spend a few precious moments with her childrenwith out killing herself or us.
Help us to remember that the pierced, tattooed, disinterested young man
who can't make change correctly is a worried
19-year-old college student, balancing his apprehension over final exams
with his fear of not getting his student loan application in on time because he was binge drinking with his frat brothers.
Remind us, Lord, that the scary looking bum, begging for money in the
same spot every day (who really ought to get a job!) is an undercover cop who has been staking out your brother in laws dry cleaning business (That you have loaned money on) for money laundering.
Help us to remember that the old couple walking annoyingly slow through
the store aisles and blocking our shopping progress are counting the
moments, knowing that, based on the biopsy report she got back last week,
this will be the year that she and Rico the pool boy get to take that cruise together.
Heavenly Father, remind us each day that, of all the gifts you give us,
the greatest gift is cynicism.
It is not enough to share that with those we hold dear. Open our cynical
minds
not to just those that are close to us, but to all humanity.
Let us be slow to judge and quick to forgive, show patience, empathy and
love.
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A DIFFERENT CHRISTMAS POEM
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree, I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love, I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, my wife, and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts.
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice, I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
"I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother.
Who stand at the front, against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember, we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you, as you mattered to us."
WE ALL NEED TO PRAY FOR OUR
MILITARY PERSONNEL EVERY NIGHT!
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Santa, please bring me tall golden tan chicks with big tits who will do anything at my at my command with a smile and like it..
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A DIFFERENT CHRISTMAS POEM
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree, I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love, I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, my wife, and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts.
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice, I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
"I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother.
Who stand at the front, against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember, we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you, as you mattered to us."
WE ALL NEED TO PRAY FOR OUR
MILITARY PERSONNEL EVERY NIGHT!
This beautiful poem needed a bump! :p
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that brought a tear to my eye :rollside:
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Heavenly Father, please help me to remember that the lady that cuts me off in the mall parking lot to stand there and hold a space for her husband is a lonely fat biatch that will grow old alone. Please help me to feel sorry for her and forgive her for her nasty attitude on life as it will make me a better person.
Amen
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Heavenly Father, please help me to remember that the lady that cuts me off in the mall parking lot to stand there and hold a space for her husband is a lonely fat biatch that will grow old alone. Please help me to feel sorry for her and forgive her for her nasty attitude on life as it will make me a better person.
Amen
LMFAO!!!
Has this happend to you recently Trac????LOL!
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LMFAO!!!
Has this happend to you recently Trac????LOL!
Your new here hu? ;) :rollside:
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Your new here hu? ;) :rollside:
LMAO!!
Merry Christmas hun!!! :p
