But i know my Father loves me...

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I'm just a little Sparrow
I have no pedigree
I'm rarely ever noticed
But the Lord is watching me

He gave me a coat of feathers
'tis very plain I know
Without a speck of color
For it wasn't made for show

It keeps me warm in winter
protects me from the rain
were it trimmed in gold or silver
Perhaps, would make vain

I have no barn or store house
I neither sow nor reap
God gives me my daily portion
with not a seed to keep

There are many other Sparrows
All over the world they're found
And my Father always knows
When one of us falls to the ground

I'm only a little Sparrow
A bird of low degree
But I know my Father loves me
Dost thou know His love for Thee?


A Sparrow's Faith
by Yolanda Cohen

Don't forget there was one caused by you...

As the water ripples, originally uploaded by Flowers4zoe
Photo taken by Sean Montreal
Canberra, Australia

The young man spoke to the elder one,
"I'm just not important," he said.
I haven't accomplished a notable deed,
To be remembered for after I'm dead.

The old man took pebbles of varying size,
And one-by-one tossed in the pond.
Each pebble created a splash as it hit,
And the ripples spread far and beyond.

Individual pebbles from smallest to large,
Create their own ripples to send.
As each capability dictates,
Then finally, each ripple will end.

Some ripples last longer than others,
But finally all disappear.
Leaving the pond surface tranquil,
Just quiet, peaceful and clear."

"The pebbles are likened to people," he said,
And the water a symbol for earth,
The ripple is each person's presence in life.
It measures not value nor worth.

The size matters not of the ripple we make,
In time all are gone from the view.
Of all of the ripples that formed in the pond,
Don't forget there was one caused by you.

In the final analysis, your impact on life,
Be the magnitude greater or small.
In the memory of someone you always will be,
No one is remembered by all.

The Ripples dont have to be large
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Life's Treasures...

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As she stood in moons light, she whispered to him.
What, treasures have you, to show me your love?

He answered her softly, almost a "coo"..
I have diamonds, and gold, I have silver for you.

I have lands, and buildings a home most divine
You'll never know wanting with me by your side.

I have wealth to indulge, your every hearts whim
What ever your desires I can buy them.

You can spend all your time in the sun on a yacht
Shopping, or chatting, what ever you'd like.

She turns to go, and he shifts his weight
What else could she want?, he thinks to himself..

He's angered now by her lack of response
"How dare you defy me, I have promised you wealth".

She turns and looks back, and whisper's again.
The question's, she asks, are answers for "him"..

What is it you see, that your heart desires?
Why is it me, you wish to acquire?

~Your beauty,Your grace
~Your poise and your stature
~The way that you smile,
~Your eyes, how they sparkle..

And what is it in me, you wish so to grasp
What for yourself, for this would you ask?

~I wish for your beauty
~To be by my side,
~For meetings, or pleasure
~What ever the time.

She steps towards him, so she is sure he can hear her
Her voice like music, still just a whisper..

For all of your wealth, your diamonds and gold
You have not a clue the true value of love.

For all of my lacking in material things
I am far richer, than you'll ever be.

I know the joy's of walking this earth
Our "true " life's treasures. They, can never be bought.

For life, is so full of riches. You can not touch,
but yet you will feel them. With in the depths of your heart.

The pains and the joys, the fears or the shame,
The laughter or tears or all the times in between.

The Oceans, the mountains, the sun, or the stars
The moons light, a stream or a valley of flowers

The pure joy of another that shares just a smile,
The laughter and playing, that of a child..

Treasure's you offer? I think not
The "treasure" I wish for is Love from the heart.

What more could I give you? I have offered the world!
I don't understand this, not one single word.

As she smiled at him she gave him an answer
For one day he'd know what really to treasure

To give of your self, is to give without thought
Of what you would want just for yourself.

To see with your heart "who" someone is,
To share""of" yourself not "what" you can give..

To give with your heart, if just a smile,
To see others here with equal value.

With that she turned and was out of his sight
All he could see..soft rays of moons light.


D.Enise
TRUE TREASURES
Copyright ~2002

You can't be ugly...

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams
(for Plot Summary of the story)

A Bag of Nails...

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Once upon a time there was a little boy with a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he should hammer a nail in the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. But gradually, the number of daily nails dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Finally the first day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He proudly told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

"You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out, it won't matter how many times you say 'I'm sorry', the wound is still there."

Empty Box...

Hold my hand Daddy, originally uploaded by naya girl

The story goes that some time ago a man punished his 5-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper so as to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." The father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He spoke to her in a harsh manner, "Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there’s supposed to be something inside the package?" The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full." The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arm around his little girl, and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.

An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life. And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In her Mother's Love...

IMG_0728, originally uploaded by jembitz
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"Do you like my dress?" she asked of a passing stranger..
"My mommy made it just for me."She said with a tear in her eye.
"Well, I think it's very pretty, so tell me little one, why are you crying?"

With a quiver in her voice the little girl answered.
"After Mommy made me this dress, she had to go away."

"Well, now," said the lady,
"with a little girl like you waiting for her, I'm sure she'll be right back."

"No ma'am, you don't understand," said the child through her tears,
"my Daddy said that she's up in heaven now with Grandfather."

Finally the woman realized what the child meant,
and why she was crying.
Kneeling down she gently cradled the child in her arms
and together they cried for the mommy that was gone.

Then suddenly the little girl did something
that the woman thought was a bit strange.
She stopped crying, stepped back from the woman and began to sing.

She sang so softly that it was almost a whisper.
It was the sweetest sound the woman had ever heard,
almost like the song of a very small bird.

After the child stopped singing she explained to the lady,
"My mommy used to sing that song to me before she went away,
and she made me promise to sing it whenever I started crying
and it would make me stop."
"See," she exclaimed, "it did, and now my eyes are dry!"

As the woman turned to go, the little girl grabbed her sleeve,
"Lady, can you stay just a minute? I want to show you something."
"Of course," she answered, "what do you want me to see?"

Pointing to a spot on her dress, she said,
"Right here is where my Mommy kissed my dress, and here,"
pointing to another spot, "and here is another kiss, and here, and here,"
"Mommy said that she put all those kisses on my dress
so that I would have her kisses for every boo-boo that made me cry."

Then the lady realized that she wasn't just looking at a dress,
no, she was looking at a Mother...
Who knew that she was going away
and would not be there to kiss away the hurts
that she knew her daughter would get.

So she took all the love she had for her beautiful little girl
and put them into this dress, that her child now so proudly wore.
She no longer saw a little girl in a simple dress.
She saw a child wrapped... in her Mother's love.

~the dress, winters child~

The Fern and the Bamboo...

Bamboo Bokeh, originally uploaded by Steve Webel

One day I decided to quit....
I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality.
I wanted to quit my life.

I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.
"God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"

His answer surprised me...
"Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"
"Yes", I replied.
"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them.
I gave them light. I gave them water.
The fern quickly grew from the earth.
Its brilliant green covered the floor.
Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed.
But I did not quit on the bamboo.

In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.
And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed.
But I did not quit on the bamboo".

He said. "In the third year,
there was still nothing from the bamboo seed.
But I would not quit.

In the fourth year, again,
there was nothing from the bamboo seed.
I would not quit."

He said. "Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth.
Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant.

But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 Feet tall.
It had spent the five years growing roots.
Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.

I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle."


He said to me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling,
you have actually been growing roots. I would not quit on the bamboo.
I will never quit on you. Don't compare yourself to others."

He said. "The bamboo had a different purpose than the Fern,
yet, they both make the forest beautiful."
"Your time will come, "God said to me." You will rise high!"
"How high should I rise?" I asked.
"How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.
"As high as it can?" I questioned.
"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."

I left the forest and brought back this story.
I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you........

Donkey and five simple rules

DonkeyFullBody, originally uploaded by Wooliedales

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well.
The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.
Finally he decided the animal was old and the well needed to be covered up anyway,
it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him.
They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.
At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly.
Then, to everyone's amazement, he quieted down.
A few shovel loads later,
the farmer finally looked down the well and was astonished at what he saw.
With every shovel of dirt that hit his back,
the donkey was doing something amazing.
He would shake it off and take a step up.
As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal,
he would shake it off and take a step up.
Pretty soon, everyone was amazed
as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and trotted off!


Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt.
The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up.
Each of our troubles is a stepping stone.
We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up!

Shake it off and take a step up!

Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.

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