Sigh...
Skies are blue, fields are green
Why are bad things always in,
Life is grey, health is pink
Why is life always unhappy.
Sometimes i rather play when im pressured and chose not to study,
I mean during my exam time la..
need more slef control..
and now is still am here writing my blog instead of having a good night sleep! ugh!
man! this is life! ughhh~!!
listening to christian songs makes me feel good.. lol most of the time :D
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Is Majority Always Right?
RRRRIIINNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!
I reached out my left hand and silenced the alarm bell. Though tired and sleepy, I got up and dressed. I went to my table, took hold of a pen and wrote a note:
I’ll be back as soon as possible
Love,
Ablin
I hated being at home. Day after day, I would get into arguments with my obnoxious brother who thought he was Mr. Know-It-All. My ideals always contradicted with his. Our favorite subject of harsh debate was about the Mesatites. I thought that the Mesatites must be treated the same as us. But he thought that they must be treated akin to slaves. Actually, mum and dad were on his side. During the Mesa War 5 years ago, the Mesatites killed dad’s brother (who was a soldier). Eventually, the Mesatites lost the war. Thus, their condition now. Nevertheless, why should one hold a grudge for so long? It was our fault in the beginning to attack the Mesatites. Once, I tried to reason with dad. The result? A flat ear and some glaring red marks on my face.
How can I, one man, wrestle with my brother, mother, and father all at the same time and win?
So, with the purpose of releasing stress, I frequently escaped from home bleak home. Now, back to my story!
Silently and steadily, I trod down the stairs. I took my house key in hand, ready to unlock the door. I stepped on something soft and strangely furry.
Meow!!!
“Shucks!!! What is my brother’s stupid cat doing here?!!” I whispered in bewilderment. I zoomed to the entrance and scuttled off.
I ran until I reached the Yol Road. I sat down on a bench to reenergize my sore legs. I giggled when I recalled the cat’s anguished
Meow!!!
I should kick the cat more often to release extra stress!
Somehow, my mind went into a serious state of thought. I thought about the Mesatites. They were being treated like dirt. I always thought of the Mesatites as friends. Regrettably, not many of my kind agreed. Why must the Mesatites suffer? Why……..
Suddenly, I was alerted by a commotion. There was a crowd rushing towards the town square. The crowd was wild. I was like a single drop of water being carried by an insurmountable tidal wave. The air tasted different- a mixture of anxiety and excitement.
Is the majority this enormous?
I stood amongst the crowd like a white elephant. My eyes “paced to and fro” glimpsing the people’s expressions. Most were just confused. Yet they followed the majority as if it was a drug. However, there were still some lonely faces, even in a crowd this huge.
All of a sudden, I felt a large impact on my shoulder. I was flung down. Instinctively, I directed my hands downwards to cushion my fall. I slammed the ground. Nobody came to help me up. They were too caught up in going with the flow.
I felt invisible… and lonely.
I forced myself up before the thundering crowd trampled over me. I stumbled for a while. Soon, I too was walking with the crowd. I took a look at my hands. They were bleeding.
Is this how the minority feels?
I wished for someone to come and take the pain away. I wished for someone to just…just come and talk to me. No one came.
Does the minority always have to defend themselves alone?
I reached the town square. In the middle was a tall, young man on a raised platform. He stood bravely in the midst of an intimidating crowd. He held a microphone and spoke into it.
“Citizens, we are destined to prosper! We have won the Mesa War 5 years ago. Thus, let us reap the benefits by enslaving the Mesatites!”
I was stunned. It suddenly dawned on me that I was against the majority. I cared for the Mesatites.
I was lost in thought. I stood there immobilized as my soul traveled back in time to the period of the Mesa War, 5 years ago.
Darkness…
I opened my eyes. There were people all around me. The Mesatites and my own people were killing each other. I watched as our army invaded the Mesatites’ homes. They killed them, giving no mercy to men and women alike.
I felt incredibly nauseous. I began to panic. I tried to flee. But what I saw shocked me. There was only a sea of corpses around me. I had nowhere to flee. Yet I ran.
My right foot grazed something and I fell to the ground. I pushed myself up and almost ran again but I noticed someone lying beside me.
A young Mesatite girl. I attempted to pick her up. She screamed.
“Do not worry. I’ll get you to somewhere safe.”
She looked at me with her innocent eyes and nodded. She had a cross-shaped wound on her left cheek. The wound was quite deep and it was bleeding. I used my sleeve to clean it.
“What’s your name?”
She did not answer. It was obvious that she was too weak. Then I heard a coarse voice coming from behind.
“Don’t move.”
I turned around.
“I said don’t move!!”
A soldier. He was pointing his rifle at me. No, he was aiming at the girl I held in my arms.
“Don’t shoot!”
The man was fast. He used the butt of his rifle to knock me out. The girl fell to the ground. I struggled to remain conscious. I heard an explosion. I passed out.
I was back in the current world. But the memories stirred up the sealed emotions inside me. Hatred, anger, sadness… they all came out.
I elbowed the crowd out of the way, charging towards the young speaker. My body was overflowing with mindless rage.
But I stopped. I knew I would have been murdered by the crowd if I had done that. However, the anger was still burning within me. I wanted to help the Mesatites so badly. But I could not find the power.
Then I remembered.
I remembered why I had this undying resolve to protect the Mesatites.
“Please, can you spare us some food?”
I gave her my sandwich. The Mesatite woman took it and divided it among her children. They had barely enough. One of her children asked:
“Can we have more?”
Her mother quickly silenced her. She said:
“We have all we want from this young lad- someone who respects difference and understands us.”
Someone who respects difference and understands us……..
I jumped on the platform and snatched the microphone from the speaker.
“Is the majority always right?”
The crowd went silent.
“I don’t care what the majority chooses. The Mesaties are capable of living in harmony with us! They are not slaves!!”
I could not think of anything else to say. I knelt down and shut my eyes, prepared for the crowd’s onslaught.
“The boy speaks the truth!”
I looked to the left where the voice came from. I saw a man with his hands raised.
“Thank you, man! I was going to do that but you did it first!”
Another shout, now from the right.
One by one, more and more people raised theirs hands to support my words.
Then, one courageous man led the crowd to shout:
“Mesatites not slaves!!”
I slowly circled and looked at the crowd. The echo of the shouts never ceased. It grew louder by the moment. I smiled. I finally knew the answer to that question.
Is the majority always right?
The majority might be right or wrong but in every circumstance; we must always do the right thing. For even if you are small, you can grow stronger. And if you think that the minority is that small, look into history and see for yourself, that history is changed because one man challenges the majority and influences the majority. He becomes the majority himself.
The shouts ended and the crowd dispersed. Then I noticed a young Mesatite girl who was staring at me. She had a cross-shaped scar on her left cheek. Ecstatic, I jumped down from the platform and gave chase after her as I wondered what truly happened on that fateful day on the battlefield……..
I reached out my left hand and silenced the alarm bell. Though tired and sleepy, I got up and dressed. I went to my table, took hold of a pen and wrote a note:
I’ll be back as soon as possible
Love,
Ablin
I hated being at home. Day after day, I would get into arguments with my obnoxious brother who thought he was Mr. Know-It-All. My ideals always contradicted with his. Our favorite subject of harsh debate was about the Mesatites. I thought that the Mesatites must be treated the same as us. But he thought that they must be treated akin to slaves. Actually, mum and dad were on his side. During the Mesa War 5 years ago, the Mesatites killed dad’s brother (who was a soldier). Eventually, the Mesatites lost the war. Thus, their condition now. Nevertheless, why should one hold a grudge for so long? It was our fault in the beginning to attack the Mesatites. Once, I tried to reason with dad. The result? A flat ear and some glaring red marks on my face.
How can I, one man, wrestle with my brother, mother, and father all at the same time and win?
So, with the purpose of releasing stress, I frequently escaped from home bleak home. Now, back to my story!
Silently and steadily, I trod down the stairs. I took my house key in hand, ready to unlock the door. I stepped on something soft and strangely furry.
Meow!!!
“Shucks!!! What is my brother’s stupid cat doing here?!!” I whispered in bewilderment. I zoomed to the entrance and scuttled off.
I ran until I reached the Yol Road. I sat down on a bench to reenergize my sore legs. I giggled when I recalled the cat’s anguished
Meow!!!
I should kick the cat more often to release extra stress!
Somehow, my mind went into a serious state of thought. I thought about the Mesatites. They were being treated like dirt. I always thought of the Mesatites as friends. Regrettably, not many of my kind agreed. Why must the Mesatites suffer? Why……..
Suddenly, I was alerted by a commotion. There was a crowd rushing towards the town square. The crowd was wild. I was like a single drop of water being carried by an insurmountable tidal wave. The air tasted different- a mixture of anxiety and excitement.
Is the majority this enormous?
I stood amongst the crowd like a white elephant. My eyes “paced to and fro” glimpsing the people’s expressions. Most were just confused. Yet they followed the majority as if it was a drug. However, there were still some lonely faces, even in a crowd this huge.
All of a sudden, I felt a large impact on my shoulder. I was flung down. Instinctively, I directed my hands downwards to cushion my fall. I slammed the ground. Nobody came to help me up. They were too caught up in going with the flow.
I felt invisible… and lonely.
I forced myself up before the thundering crowd trampled over me. I stumbled for a while. Soon, I too was walking with the crowd. I took a look at my hands. They were bleeding.
Is this how the minority feels?
I wished for someone to come and take the pain away. I wished for someone to just…just come and talk to me. No one came.
Does the minority always have to defend themselves alone?
I reached the town square. In the middle was a tall, young man on a raised platform. He stood bravely in the midst of an intimidating crowd. He held a microphone and spoke into it.
“Citizens, we are destined to prosper! We have won the Mesa War 5 years ago. Thus, let us reap the benefits by enslaving the Mesatites!”
I was stunned. It suddenly dawned on me that I was against the majority. I cared for the Mesatites.
I was lost in thought. I stood there immobilized as my soul traveled back in time to the period of the Mesa War, 5 years ago.
Darkness…
I opened my eyes. There were people all around me. The Mesatites and my own people were killing each other. I watched as our army invaded the Mesatites’ homes. They killed them, giving no mercy to men and women alike.
I felt incredibly nauseous. I began to panic. I tried to flee. But what I saw shocked me. There was only a sea of corpses around me. I had nowhere to flee. Yet I ran.
My right foot grazed something and I fell to the ground. I pushed myself up and almost ran again but I noticed someone lying beside me.
A young Mesatite girl. I attempted to pick her up. She screamed.
“Do not worry. I’ll get you to somewhere safe.”
She looked at me with her innocent eyes and nodded. She had a cross-shaped wound on her left cheek. The wound was quite deep and it was bleeding. I used my sleeve to clean it.
“What’s your name?”
She did not answer. It was obvious that she was too weak. Then I heard a coarse voice coming from behind.
“Don’t move.”
I turned around.
“I said don’t move!!”
A soldier. He was pointing his rifle at me. No, he was aiming at the girl I held in my arms.
“Don’t shoot!”
The man was fast. He used the butt of his rifle to knock me out. The girl fell to the ground. I struggled to remain conscious. I heard an explosion. I passed out.
I was back in the current world. But the memories stirred up the sealed emotions inside me. Hatred, anger, sadness… they all came out.
I elbowed the crowd out of the way, charging towards the young speaker. My body was overflowing with mindless rage.
But I stopped. I knew I would have been murdered by the crowd if I had done that. However, the anger was still burning within me. I wanted to help the Mesatites so badly. But I could not find the power.
Then I remembered.
I remembered why I had this undying resolve to protect the Mesatites.
“Please, can you spare us some food?”
I gave her my sandwich. The Mesatite woman took it and divided it among her children. They had barely enough. One of her children asked:
“Can we have more?”
Her mother quickly silenced her. She said:
“We have all we want from this young lad- someone who respects difference and understands us.”
Someone who respects difference and understands us……..
I jumped on the platform and snatched the microphone from the speaker.
“Is the majority always right?”
The crowd went silent.
“I don’t care what the majority chooses. The Mesaties are capable of living in harmony with us! They are not slaves!!”
I could not think of anything else to say. I knelt down and shut my eyes, prepared for the crowd’s onslaught.
“The boy speaks the truth!”
I looked to the left where the voice came from. I saw a man with his hands raised.
“Thank you, man! I was going to do that but you did it first!”
Another shout, now from the right.
One by one, more and more people raised theirs hands to support my words.
Then, one courageous man led the crowd to shout:
“Mesatites not slaves!!”
I slowly circled and looked at the crowd. The echo of the shouts never ceased. It grew louder by the moment. I smiled. I finally knew the answer to that question.
Is the majority always right?
The majority might be right or wrong but in every circumstance; we must always do the right thing. For even if you are small, you can grow stronger. And if you think that the minority is that small, look into history and see for yourself, that history is changed because one man challenges the majority and influences the majority. He becomes the majority himself.
The shouts ended and the crowd dispersed. Then I noticed a young Mesatite girl who was staring at me. She had a cross-shaped scar on her left cheek. Ecstatic, I jumped down from the platform and gave chase after her as I wondered what truly happened on that fateful day on the battlefield……..
Thursday, June 24, 2010
My writing about Swift
TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT
Taylor Swift wants to show why she was the best, so she insisted on writing a kind of song, songs which make connection, which also have the ability to reach out and hug, laugh or cry with a listener. “I won’t be satisfied until I have a song for each person, for each thing.” stressed Swift again to the reporter. And the sparkling centerpieces - the 2009 American Music Award for Artist of the Year, and the 2009 CMA Award for Entertainer of the Year, country music’s highest honor. Swift is the youngest artist ever, and only the sixth female act in history, to win this prestigious award.
She wrote songs and sings them at karaoke contests, festivals, and fairs around her hometown. When she was 12 years old, she devoted an entire summer to writing a 350-paged novel, which remains unpublished. Her first major show was a well-received performance at the Bloomsburg Fair. In 2008, she earned her high school diploma through home schooling at the age of 18.
Taylor Alison Swift was born in 18th December, 1989 and was raised in Wyomissing, Pennsylvania as the first child and only daughter of Andrea (née Finlay), a homemaker, and Scott Swift, a stockbroker. Her grandmother was an opera singer. Swift has a younger brother, Austin. When she was in fourth grade, Swift won a national poetry contest with a three-page poem entitled "Monster in My Closet".
FEARLESS – one Taylor Swift’s album, has taken a flying leap. Her achievements with her second album have been nothing less than staggering. At times, Taylor seems to be rewriting music history on a weekly basis. It’s safe to say Taylor Swift knows a thing or two about being FEARLESS. “To me, fearless isn’t not having fears,” explains Swift. “It’s not that you’re not afraid of anything. I think that being fearless is having a lot of fears, but you jump anyway.”
Even now, with her life barreling down the country music fast lane Taylor still makes it a priority to put the guitar, pen, and paper she keeps nearby to good use. Writing songs helps her stay grounded as her career orbits in the stratosphere. But for listeners popping in Taylor’s CD and expecting to hear a laundry list of lyrics on the plight of country music superstar rising through the ranks, FEARLESS is going to surprise you.
Taylor Swift wants to show why she was the best, so she insisted on writing a kind of song, songs which make connection, which also have the ability to reach out and hug, laugh or cry with a listener. “I won’t be satisfied until I have a song for each person, for each thing.” stressed Swift again to the reporter. And the sparkling centerpieces - the 2009 American Music Award for Artist of the Year, and the 2009 CMA Award for Entertainer of the Year, country music’s highest honor. Swift is the youngest artist ever, and only the sixth female act in history, to win this prestigious award.
She wrote songs and sings them at karaoke contests, festivals, and fairs around her hometown. When she was 12 years old, she devoted an entire summer to writing a 350-paged novel, which remains unpublished. Her first major show was a well-received performance at the Bloomsburg Fair. In 2008, she earned her high school diploma through home schooling at the age of 18.
Taylor Alison Swift was born in 18th December, 1989 and was raised in Wyomissing, Pennsylvania as the first child and only daughter of Andrea (née Finlay), a homemaker, and Scott Swift, a stockbroker. Her grandmother was an opera singer. Swift has a younger brother, Austin. When she was in fourth grade, Swift won a national poetry contest with a three-page poem entitled "Monster in My Closet".
FEARLESS – one Taylor Swift’s album, has taken a flying leap. Her achievements with her second album have been nothing less than staggering. At times, Taylor seems to be rewriting music history on a weekly basis. It’s safe to say Taylor Swift knows a thing or two about being FEARLESS. “To me, fearless isn’t not having fears,” explains Swift. “It’s not that you’re not afraid of anything. I think that being fearless is having a lot of fears, but you jump anyway.”
Even now, with her life barreling down the country music fast lane Taylor still makes it a priority to put the guitar, pen, and paper she keeps nearby to good use. Writing songs helps her stay grounded as her career orbits in the stratosphere. But for listeners popping in Taylor’s CD and expecting to hear a laundry list of lyrics on the plight of country music superstar rising through the ranks, FEARLESS is going to surprise you.
Friday, June 18, 2010
18/06/2010
It was Friday..
I went to church
Practice for Grace and Samson's Wedding presentation
& the 125th anniversary St'pauls Celebration...
I actually brought a CAMERA without BATTERY in it !!!
Walao!! DAMN IT !!
i though i can get a few pictures but.. LOL
donno larh..
Left my Battery home charging..
Practiced
-> Drama
-> Dance
-> Singing
-> and lots more! LOL
that all for now.. will keep update soon..
I went to church
Practice for Grace and Samson's Wedding presentation
& the 125th anniversary St'pauls Celebration...
I actually brought a CAMERA without BATTERY in it !!!
Walao!! DAMN IT !!
i though i can get a few pictures but.. LOL
donno larh..
Left my Battery home charging..
Practiced
-> Drama
-> Dance
-> Singing
-> and lots more! LOL
that all for now.. will keep update soon..
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
CF camp 2010
Phew! It was fun.. WAY fun man! too bad for those who did not join..
but it doesnt mean that you can't join it next year, so.. Woohoo!
Thanks to Pastor Victor and Pastor Wilson which help a lot in the camp
Thanks to the committees, and those who have help in the camp and
Special thanks to to the campers. LOL
I'm in High-5 group this year
Apartment 2 and
Happy 5
High-5 got the Best team (lots of sweet and LOLIPOPS !! yiipee!)
Apartment 2's got the Best dorm award (which is bookmark.. LOL)
Happy 5's got Best Drama (Happy mart + High-5 = Happy-5, that how we got the name)
Anyway.. Although we were exausted but it was really, REALLY fun.. WOOHOOO !!!
Check out the pics i've got !! woohoo!
1st of all.. -> The Wave.. haha
Meeting.. 1st night
2nd day morning prayer meeting..
There goes Way Yang sleeping..
He cant wake up for morning devotion ==
acting cool huh!? so not man!
Played water games.. haha~
And 3rd day morning...
there goes the....
High-5 !!! the BEST man! LOL Praise the Lord!
High-5!!!
It's a High-5 bread and a TV show,
to not get fat you have to know,
1234, high-5! ; 1234, high-5!
haha.. look at Jeremy.. LOL
The End..
Cool right?
Then join this next year! LOL
Monday, June 7, 2010
A cold March wind danced around the dead of night in Dallas as the doctor walked into the small hospital room of Diana Blessing. She was still groggy from surgery. Her husband, David, held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest news. That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Cesarean to deliver couple's new daughter, Dana Lu Blessing. At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature. Still, the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs. "I don't think she's going to make it," he said, as kindly as he could. "There's only a 10-percent chance she will live through the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make it, her future could be a very cruel one"
Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Dana would likely face if she survived.
She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind, and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on. "No! No!" was all Diana could say. She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four. Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana. Because Dana's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially 'raw', the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl. There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger. But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there.
At last, when Dana turned two months old. her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very first time.
And two months later, though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero, Dana went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted. Five years later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She showed no signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment. Simply, she was everything a little girl can be and more. But that happy ending is far from the end of her story. One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas, Dana was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing. As always, Dana was chattering nonstop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent. Hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked, "Do you smell that?" Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like r ain." Dana closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?" Once again, her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get wet. It smells like rain." Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced, "No, it smells like Him. It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest." Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with the other children. Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along. During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life, when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Dana on His chest and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well. You now have 1 of 2 choices. You can either pass this on and let other people catch the chills like you did or you can delete this and act like it didn't touch your heart like it did mine. IT'S YOUR CALL! "I can do all things in Him who strengthens me." This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, He saw me, and He asked: "My child, what is your greatest wish for today?" I responded: "Lord please, take care of the person who is reading this message, their family and their special friends. They deserve it and I love them very much" The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginning, but not its end. ________________________ This message works on the day you receive it. Let us see if it is true. _____________ ANGELS EXIST but some times, since they don't all have wings, we call them FRIENDS. _________________________ Pass this on to your true friends. Something good will happen to you at 11:00 in the morning; something that you have been waiting to hear. This is not a joke; someone will call you by phone or will speak to you about something that you were waiting to hear.
Numb with disbelief, David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating problems Dana would likely face if she survived.
She would never walk, she would never talk, she would probably be blind, and she would certainly be prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to complete mental retardation, and on and on. "No! No!" was all Diana could say. She and David, with their 5-year-old son Dustin, had long dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family of four. Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping away But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David and Diana. Because Dana's underdeveloped nervous system was essentially 'raw', the lightest kiss or caress only intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't even cradle their tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of their love. All they could do, as Dana struggled alone beneath the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was to pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl. There was never a moment when Dana suddenly grew stronger. But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of weight here and an ounce of strength there.
At last, when Dana turned two months old. her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very first time.
And two months later, though doctors continued to gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less living any kind of normal life, were next to zero, Dana went home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted. Five years later, when Dana was a petite but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable zest for life. She showed no signs whatsoever of any mental or physical impairment. Simply, she was everything a little girl can be and more. But that happy ending is far from the end of her story. One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996 near her home in Irving, Texas, Dana was sitting in her mother's lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother Dustin's baseball team was practicing. As always, Dana was chattering nonstop with her mother and several other adults sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent. Hugging her arms across her chest, little Dana asked, "Do you smell that?" Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm, Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like r ain." Dana closed her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?" Once again, her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to get wet. It smells like rain." Still caught in the moment, Dana shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small hands and loudly announced, "No, it smells like Him. It smells like God when you lay your head on His chest." Tears blurred Diana's eyes as Dana happily hopped down to play with the other children. Before the rains came, her daughter's words confirmed what Diana and all the members of the extended Blessing family had known, at least in their hearts, all along. During those long days and nights of her first two months of her life, when her nerves were too sensitive for them to touch her, God was holding Dana on His chest and it is His loving scent that she remembers so well. You now have 1 of 2 choices. You can either pass this on and let other people catch the chills like you did or you can delete this and act like it didn't touch your heart like it did mine. IT'S YOUR CALL! "I can do all things in Him who strengthens me." This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, He saw me, and He asked: "My child, what is your greatest wish for today?" I responded: "Lord please, take care of the person who is reading this message, their family and their special friends. They deserve it and I love them very much" The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginning, but not its end. ________________________ This message works on the day you receive it. Let us see if it is true. _____________ ANGELS EXIST but some times, since they don't all have wings, we call them FRIENDS. _________________________ Pass this on to your true friends. Something good will happen to you at 11:00 in the morning; something that you have been waiting to hear. This is not a joke; someone will call you by phone or will speak to you about something that you were waiting to hear.
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