2016年04月29日

noble men before

Can messages from heaven really be seen up above? Written on the wind and penned in the clouds, messages from heaven cry aloud. In the blink of an eye the moments pass away erasing the messages that had been sent for the day.Mysteries entertained and hidden in the sky may reveal more than what just meets the eye. When the windows in heaven open up for the day, the angels in heaven come out to play. Painting the sky to reassure the heart that heaven can come in a twinkling of an eye.

What can be said about a sunrise that hasn't been said before? Nothing unless we can learn how a sunrise has inspired some great and noble men before.

Form the beginning of the world, God created the day and the night, so that mankind would not have to live in darkness. Since those sacred words that God spoke to create the light (sun) of the day and the light (moon) of the night, the sun and the moon have continued to return shining as brightly as God had promised it would.I told Grandpa what I had learned — that few flowers last from April to November. Some of the most beautiful bloom for only a month at most. To really enjoy a garden, you have to plant corners and drifts and rows of flowers that will bloom and grace the garden, each in its own season.

His eyes listened to every word. Then, another discovery: "If I want a garden like yours, Grandpa, I'm going to have to work." His grin laughed at me, and his eyes teased me.

"Grandpa, in your life right now the chrysanthemums are in bloom. Chrysanthemums and roses." Tears clouded both our eyes. Neither of us feared this last flower of fall, but the wait for spring seems longest in November. We knew how much we would miss each other.

Sitting there, I suddenly felt that the best gift I could give Grandpa would be to give voice to the testimony inside both of us. He had never spoken of his testimony to me, but it was such a part of his life that I had never questioned if Grandpa knew. I knew he knew.
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2016年04月22日

keep your thoughts

However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find faults in paradise.

Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling glorious hours, even in a poorhouse. The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man's abode; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring.

I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there and have as cheering thoughts. As in a palace, the town's poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any.

May be they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving. Most think that they are above being supported by the town, but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means, which should be more disreputable.

Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage. Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends. Turn the old, return to them. Things do not change, we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.
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2016年04月21日

something about love

Advancing on the road reenex, Faldan soon came across a line of trees along the roadside.He felt a little tired from all the walking. So he approached ?a tree to rest under his shadow. Sitting there,he looked up to the tree's foliage and he noticed a small thing moving among the leaves and the branches. He got up to see more clearly and realized that what was moving was a small caterpillar. It was busy eating a leaf.

"Hello," he dared to say, "I am in the middle ofajourney to find answers. So far I have found three, but I think I still need to find more. Can you tell me something about love?"

"I can tell you something." Its voice was little, and seemed to shiver. "Look at the other branches in this tree. I'm not alone: we are so many!" Faldan could see that, in fact, the trees were full of small, hungry caterpillars. "We all walk upon the branches, and we all feed on the tree. We all hurt it, but still it stays there shms swiss hotel management school. It endures, with leaves ever new, always with more food for us to eat. Now look at those other branches there, a little higher: some of us have eaten enough and are resting now. They sleep, they sleep inside a house that they themselves have woven. I will also soon go there, I will climb one of those branches and will do the same, I will weave a home to sleep. You know what will happen then, you know, after a time of being there by myself, I will be turned into a butterfly. And all thanks to this tree that I hurt now, but that I never destroy. Now, as you can see, I am very slow to move. But one day I will be able to fly far away. Yes, beautiful wings will grow on my ugly body, and all thanks to this tree, which feeds me. In fact I will always carry its essence with me, because what it has given me will be a part of myself, I will carry it on my wings. And I know that it will be glad when it sees me fly around it, and then far, far away from here." The caterpillar stopped.

Faldan looked at the tree and the leaves. Some butterflies fluttered around him. His joumeyhad just started. He had found unexpected answers to his question, as unexpected as the characters that he had heard them from. But still the puzzle remained incomplete. He decided to go on and continued with his quest. He took the road which led to a nearby village.

Walking through the streets he soon came to the marketplace, which was full of people that busily came and went seo company hong kong, shouting and laughing.
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