That something wonderful is about to happen.
One song can spark a moment.
One flower can wake the dream.
One tree can a start the forest.
One smile brings a friendship.
One candle wipes the darkness.
One step must start each journey.
One hope raise our spirit.
One word must start prayer.
One voice can speak with wisdom.
One heart can know what's true.
One life can make the difference
You see it's up to YOU !
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
You never really lose your Value !!
A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill.
In the room of 200, he asked, "What is this piece of paper & is it worth any thing ?"
"It is a $20 bill, encashable in international & national markets for it's quoted value ?" replied one of the many participants who raised their hands.
He proceeded to crumple the dollar bill up using both his hands till it became a bundle of wrinkled paper.
He then unfolded it again and making an unsuccessful attempt to keep it straight he asked, "Would you still be able to negotiate it for it's quoted value?"
" Yes !!" was the echoing reply from the participants.
"Well," he said, "Looks like I haven't done enough ! What if I do this?" And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, which was now all crumpled, dirty, defaced & not easy to recognise from a distance.
"Now will some one like to trade it for its quoted value?" Many hands went in the air.
"I think this piece of currency is still holding its quoted value" replied a participant in a slightly unsure voice.
"This bill can still fetch goods worth 20 Dollars" said the other participants. Every one agreed.
"My friends, there is a very valuable lesson in this exercise that we are just through with. It may have appeared to some of you, that I was able to deshape, deface, mutilate & alter the $20 bill during the process as the effects were quite visible".
"However, No matter what I did to this piece of paper, you still upheld its negotiability because you were sure in your mind that my actions did not actually decrease its value. It was still a currency note worth $20".
"Many times in our lives, we feel like as if we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and/or the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. It may also appear to onlookers as if it has really happened to certain extent. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, please remember you never lose your "Value"."
Values that you cherish are indeed devoid of worldly disturbance & always are your saviour.
In the room of 200, he asked, "What is this piece of paper & is it worth any thing ?"
"It is a $20 bill, encashable in international & national markets for it's quoted value ?" replied one of the many participants who raised their hands.
He proceeded to crumple the dollar bill up using both his hands till it became a bundle of wrinkled paper.
He then unfolded it again and making an unsuccessful attempt to keep it straight he asked, "Would you still be able to negotiate it for it's quoted value?"
" Yes !!" was the echoing reply from the participants.
"Well," he said, "Looks like I haven't done enough ! What if I do this?" And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, which was now all crumpled, dirty, defaced & not easy to recognise from a distance.
"Now will some one like to trade it for its quoted value?" Many hands went in the air.
"I think this piece of currency is still holding its quoted value" replied a participant in a slightly unsure voice.
"This bill can still fetch goods worth 20 Dollars" said the other participants. Every one agreed.
"My friends, there is a very valuable lesson in this exercise that we are just through with. It may have appeared to some of you, that I was able to deshape, deface, mutilate & alter the $20 bill during the process as the effects were quite visible".
"However, No matter what I did to this piece of paper, you still upheld its negotiability because you were sure in your mind that my actions did not actually decrease its value. It was still a currency note worth $20".
"Many times in our lives, we feel like as if we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and/or the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. It may also appear to onlookers as if it has really happened to certain extent. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, please remember you never lose your "Value"."
Values that you cherish are indeed devoid of worldly disturbance & always are your saviour.
To, Broken Hearts !!
This is for the broken hearted. I know how you feel. Empty, betrayed, and no happiness whatsoever. You don't want to laugh, because you know it's not going to help, but you don't want to cry, because it will just make you feel worse. You feel like your heart is falling apart, but not only that, but you know soon your life is going to feel like it's falling apart too. You don't think it will ever end, and no matter what this person has done to you, it feels impossible to stop loving them. And everyone wonders why if they have hurt you so much, then why do you still love them. That's the confusing part, you don't know why, you just do, and the people who hurt you the most, and normally the ones you love the most. And then, after a few weeks, you finally feel a sense of relief, like you're getting happy again, but you know inside that you're just going into denial. And after a few more weeks, you're back to where you were an empty soul and teary eyes. You thought you got over them, but really, you just stopped showing it. And you can't help but to show it again. It leaves deep scars on your heart that are there forever. And no one understands how you feel, and how deep you are hurt, no matter who they are, because it hasn't happened to them And even if it has, every broken heart is different. They don't know the true pain you feel and carry each and everyday now, so you learn that basically you are alone with all this. And the feeling starts to overwhelm you, and suddenly you just break down, right there, because you know you've had enough, the tears just instantly start flowing, and you're to the point where you don't care who see's. Because you've spent so many nights lying awake in bed, and so many days being haunted by the scars and fear of rejection. And in the midst of all these tears, you know that its not helping any, and it's not going to bring them back, if you ever even had them in the first place. After about a million tears have been cried, you finally pull yourself back together and keep going. Your throat starts to clench and your eyes burn with the tears you are trying to hold back. Everyone says, "It will be okay But you know it won't. And that's the truth, it won't. And you look back on all of the hurt you had from this, and you realize that people are horrible. You're still hurt, but you've learned to hide it so that everyone thinks you are okay. So now every time you see this person, you know you still love them, and you feel a slight tingle in your heart yearning for them to love you, screaming out, but for some reason they don't hear it. And then you sit back and wonder how one person could have caused all of this...
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Dare 2 Dream
Where do dreams of the heart come from? Those thoughts and ideas that
seem beyond our reach yet fill our minds with possibilities. Do they
just appear out of nowhere? Are they a product of our imagination gone
wild? Or do they have a purpose beyond our comprehension?
Where do dreams of the heart come from? Why are we afraid to share
them aloud yet stay up late at night wondering-- What if?
Sometimes our hearts are filled with many dreams, sometimes there's
only one. A notion, an idea, an inkling that won't go away until we're
forced to ask ourselves, where did this dream of the heart come from?
Visions and images that seem impossible, far-fetched and odd. Yet when
they persist, we find ourselves wondering if our secret hopes and
dreams just might be from God.
The dream to write, to cook, to sing, the desire to garden, to sew, or
build, could be the seed God has planted in your heart to use for His
glory. Each dream is different and has it's own meaning but when it is
from God it has a glorious, everlasting purpose.
Why try and make sense of it all, none of us ever will. Instead, take
the small dream seed and ask-- Did You give me this dream? Ask Him,
He'll tell you. Then get ready! Through nurturing, caring and
believing in the dream seed you've been given, the impossible will
come to pass right before your eyes.
Where do dreams of the heart come from? Why they come from the Maker
of all good dreams-- God Himself, who is the one who plants the seeds
of possibility in our hearts then whispers, My child, don't be afraid.
Dare to dream, dare to believe then watch Me work
seem beyond our reach yet fill our minds with possibilities. Do they
just appear out of nowhere? Are they a product of our imagination gone
wild? Or do they have a purpose beyond our comprehension?
Where do dreams of the heart come from? Why are we afraid to share
them aloud yet stay up late at night wondering-- What if?
Sometimes our hearts are filled with many dreams, sometimes there's
only one. A notion, an idea, an inkling that won't go away until we're
forced to ask ourselves, where did this dream of the heart come from?
Visions and images that seem impossible, far-fetched and odd. Yet when
they persist, we find ourselves wondering if our secret hopes and
dreams just might be from God.
The dream to write, to cook, to sing, the desire to garden, to sew, or
build, could be the seed God has planted in your heart to use for His
glory. Each dream is different and has it's own meaning but when it is
from God it has a glorious, everlasting purpose.
Why try and make sense of it all, none of us ever will. Instead, take
the small dream seed and ask-- Did You give me this dream? Ask Him,
He'll tell you. Then get ready! Through nurturing, caring and
believing in the dream seed you've been given, the impossible will
come to pass right before your eyes.
Where do dreams of the heart come from? Why they come from the Maker
of all good dreams-- God Himself, who is the one who plants the seeds
of possibility in our hearts then whispers, My child, don't be afraid.
Dare to dream, dare to believe then watch Me work
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