HAPPY 4th Of July! ... :) Shangy! >Here are the details on our Yahoo ShangyFunList: To Subscribe send a blank email to ShangyFunList-subscribe@yahoogroups.com Group home page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ShangyFunList or Web Site: http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/ShangyFunList.html Group email address: ShangyFunList@yahoogroups.com or email me here: bcrsystems@earthlink.net .:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:. __, ,___) ______) ,_) ,_) _____),_) (--|__| _, _ _ (--|_ _ ,_-|-|_ _ |_ (--| | _| |(_||_)|_)(_| _| (_)(_)| | | | (_)| |(_)|(_| ( | | ,_| ( |_, | (__| ,_| .:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:._.:*~*:. >-->In The 'Shangy' News :) -=- (\ _ /) (`\(")/') (`/\') \\/^\// / \ hjw / \ `-._.-' Wow! We sure have some great 'angels' helping to support Shangrala! We got a bunch more forwards in the last couple days that will keep me happily busy working on. And we also had two dear 'angels', Romilda Wilder and Patsy Felmet give donations that will help pay for our high traffic times so the site won't get shut down. Any and all donations - whether they are in the form of sharings or paypal gifts are greatly appreciated. *~* Thank You And Big {{HUGS}} To All Who Give To Shangrala! God's Most Abundant Blessings To All Of You. Please Know that You are in my Prayers! -<>- >Updated some things on the website... I added some more July 4th graphics to our library here: Animated Gifs http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/agifs_f-j.html .''. .''. . *''* :_\/_: . :_\/_: _\(/_ .:.*_\/_* : /\ : .'.:.'. .''.: /\ : /)\ ':'* /\ * : '..'. -=:o:=- :_\/_:'.:::. | ' *''* * '.\'/.'_\(/_ '.':'.' : /\ : ::::: = *_\/_* -= o =- /)\ ' * '..' ':::' === * /\ * .'/.\'. ' ._____ * | *..* : |. |' .---"| * | _ .--'| || | _| | * | .-'| __ | | | || | .-----. | |' | || | | | | | || | ___' ' /"\ | '-."". '-' '-.' '` |____ jgs~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ & ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ /| ejm97 ) ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ /|~ /_|\ _-H-__ -~-~-~-~-~-~ /_|\ -~======-~ ~-\XXXXXXXXXX/~ ~-~-~-~ /__|_\ ~-~-~-~ ~-~-~-~-~-~ ~-~~-~-~-~-~ ======== ~-~-~-~ ~-~~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ ~-~~-~-~-~-~ ~-~~-~-~-~-~ I used a yearbook.com virtual fireworks display and put it on these pages to help us have more fun for the 4th: ShangyFunList http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/ShangyFunList.html Fun Urls http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/urls.html ============================================================ >-->From Our Friend Viv :) .-"""""""-. .' __ \_ / / \/ \ | \_0/\_0/______ |:. .' oo`\ |:. / \ |' ; | | |:.. . \_______ | |::.|' , \,_____\ / |:::.; ' | . '| ====)_/===;===========;() |::; | | ; ; | | #######:::::: /::::.|-| |_|-|, \ #######:::::: /'-=-'` '-' '--'\ #######:::::: jgs / \ #######:::::: ############# H A P P Y ############# ############# F O U R T H O F J U L Y ############# ############# ############# If you missed hearing the US Army Band and Chorus welcome Pope Benedict XVI at the White House Rose Garden ceremony on 15 April, get a load of these high school kids. One of the fathers recorded it, added some graphic enhancements to the recording, and posted it on the web. The song, of course, is the 'Battle Hymn Of The Republic.' It will send a few shivers up your spine. You may want to maximize to get a full-screen effect. Now, click below! http://www.greatdanepromilitary.com/Battle%20Hymn/index.htm You don't want to miss this. --- ...I loved this Viv - I also added your graphic to the library. A Nice one. Thanks Bunches! ================================================================ >-->From Heartwarmers: .--. .--. / ' .\ |'. ( .-. \ \ . ` /\. /`. / ) ( `.' .' '--'` (\ \.' .' ) \`. \ _/ _..--' `. \ /`'<_/ : )"'``..`-3 : :. `"'. ) / |-.'' (_.-._ | / ( .'`--..J ' |-'( |_| | : >` '. .'' : | Y | < | : > ' \ `_ : '` \ / :- ' || : / ./: | \ .'J /_ ) : | '% | a:f /.-.`). : I | / ( \ ) : .^) `-' `..-' (`"' / ===' A hug is a handshake from the heart. Sometimes a hug is all you need to make things right. Today, Michael shares a story about a group of people who offer hugs -- free of charge! Is there a better deal on the planet than that? >FREE HUGS by Michael T. Smith "Do you want a hug?" the young man asked Ginny. He held a sign in his hand -- Free Hugs. I looked around. There were other people with him. They held their handmade signs high. The message was the same on all of them -- Free Hugs! "Sure!" Ginny smiled and walked up to him. She reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him down to her level, and hugged him with all the love she had in her heart. "WOW!" he exclaimed. "That was the best hug I've had all day!" "I'm a hugger," Ginny smiled at him. He looked at me. "How about a hug?" "You got it!" I walked into his open arms. We held briefly and parted. A young lady walked up and hugged Ginny. She turned to me, opened her arms, and hugged me too. Ginny and I stepped back and watched the "free huggers" work their magic with those who accepted them. They offered hugs to anyone and everyone. * * * * Juan Mann returned to Sydney, Australia in 2004, after living in Europe for several years. He was depressed over his parent's divorce. Most of his friends had moved on. It was just him. He sat for months. Alone and depressed, Juan decided to make a difference and reach out. He made a sign that read, Free Hugs, and stood at the Pitt Street Mall -- one of the busiest streets in the center of Sydney. He put his arms anyone who accepted his offer. At first, he left his wallet at home, had a friend watch over him, and expected to be ridiculed. After fifteen minutes, a woman approached him. "My dog died today," she said. "It's also the first anniversary of my only daughter's death. I could use a hug." Juan was quoted as saying, "That first woman, it was more than a hug. It meant something to her." Others joined Mann. They opened their arms to others. His message spread across the city. Afraid of lawsuits, officials banned the free hug movement. But the people protested and more than 10,000 people signed a petition to allow him to continue his mission. Shimon Moore, the lead singer of The Sick Puppies happened to see Juan. They hugged and became friends. Moore borrowed a video camera and filmed Juan giving hugs. When Mann's grandmother died, Moore put the video together with his band's song called, All The Same, and posted the video on YouTube with the following caption: "Sometimes, a hug is all we need. Free hugs is a real life controversial story of Juan Mann, a man whose sole purpose mission was to reach out and hug a stranger, to brighten up their lives." The video was a hit. It spread around the world. Juan has appeared on Oprah and several other major television shows. His idea continues to gain support and grow. After his first day on Pitt Street, Juan wondered if others were doing the same. He found Amma, The Hugging Saint of India. Jason Hunter in Atlanta, Georgia, and Jayson Littman in New York. Jayson started his hugging campaign the same year as Juan. They both felt a need to reach out to humanity. A financial analyst in Manhattan, Jayson believed New Yorkers could use a hug. From 2004 to 2006, he spent one weekend afternoon a month holding his Free Hugs sign in his hands and opened his arms to anyone who needed human comfort. Since then, Jayson's mission has been taken over by others who believe -- hugs for all. On the last Saturday afternoon of the month, you'll find them gathered in Union Square in Lower Manhattan. They hold their signs high and offer their open arms to all who need a human touch. * * * * The huggers worked the crowd. Most people ignored them or shook their heads to indicate they were not interested. Those who opened their arms in return, walked away with a smile on their face. I felt a warmth -- a glow -- fill my heart. Ginny and I were going through rough times. Money was scarce, bill collectors called on a regular basis. We were stressed and worried, but on that afternoon, for a brief moment, it was all forgotten. It took a simple hug to make everything better. -- Michael T. Smith ____________________________________________ Michael lives in Fort Lee New Jersey with his wonderful wife Ginny. He works as a project manager in the telecommunications industry during the day. In his spare time, Michael writes stories for a collection to be called, From My Heart to Yours. You can sign up to get Michael's stories by clicking here: http://visitor.constantcontact.com/d.jsp?m=1101828445578&p=oi You can see Juan Mann and the song about him at YouTube here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9O6vZTvQl4o You can see a video on the New York City Free Hugs project here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lD6o49Uqv10 ================================================================== >-->From InspiredBuffalo: ___________________ |,-----.,-----.,---.\ || || || \\ |`-----'|-----||-----\`----. [ | -||- _| (| [ ,--. |_____||___/.--. | =-(( `))-----------(( `))-== jrei`--' `--' It was a rainy night in New Orleans; At a bus station in the town, I watched a young girl weeping As her baggage was taken down. It seems she'd lost her ticket Changing buses in the night. She begged them not to leave her there With no sign of help in sight. The bus driver had a face of stone And his heart was surely the same. "Losing your ticket's like losing cash money," He said, and left her in the rain. Then an old Indian man stood up And blocked the driver's way And would not let him pass before He said what he had to say. "How can you leave that girl out there? Have you no God to fear? You know she had a ticket. You can't just leave her here. You can't put her out in a city Where she doesn't have a friend. You will meet your schedule, But she might meet her end." The driver showed no sign That he'd heard or even cared About the young girl's problem Or how her travels fared. So the old gentleman said, "For her fare I'll pay. I'll give her a little money To help her on her way." He went and bought the ticket And helped her to her place And helped her put her baggage In the overhead luggage space. "How can I repay," she said, "the kindness you've shown tonight? We're strangers who won't meet again A mere ' 'thank you 'doesn't seem right." He said, "What goes around comes around. This I've learned with time - - What you give, you always get back; What you sow, you reap in kind. Always be helpful to others And give what you can spare; For by being kind to strangers, We help angels unaware. - Author Unknown ---- ...Literally that is true! Be sure to check out this sweet teaching if you haven't already ... -=- (\ _ /) (`\(")/') (`/\') \\/^\// / \ hjw / \ `-._.-' Are Angels Real? http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/angelsreal.html And Our Fun Page - Angels Are Watching http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/angelswatching.html -<>- -=- (\ _ /) (`\(")/') (`/\') \\/^\// / \ hjw / \ `-._.-' >When Angels Depart ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I never imagined we would take our firstborn to college during a cold, steady, relentless rain. I assumed the August day would be sunny, hot and sticky, the way it was every moving day when I was a student at Indiana University, two decades ago. I told my daughter that the rain reminded me of the proverb, "The heavens cry when angels depart." An old Yugoslav said that to me and a college friend when we left his home in a downpour back in the days when I was a student traveler. But Dolly wasn't interested. Her mind was on other things -- such as how to get all her gear into our minivan, packed around three siblings whom she didn't want to take along. But the fierce rain was only a small surprise when compared to what we discovered when we arrived at Hillsdale College. An electrical malfunction just 24 hours earlier had caused a fire that made Dolly's dormitory temporarily uninhabitable. Eighty-four freshman girls would be without a home for three weeks. So instead of moving our daughter into a dorm we moved her into a Days Inn -- into a double room she would share with three other refugees. (Two girls to a bed.) They would be shuttled back and forth to the campus for meals, classes and other activities. Because there was essentially no storage space in the rooms, the girls had to put almost everything they had bought for their "home away from home" into labeled garbage bags in a storage building. At the opening convocation, college President Dr. George Roche said it was best to look at the fire and the displacement it caused as an opportunity. Maybe it would cause a special bonding among the girls, he suggested. Perhaps at future college reunions they'll call call themselves the "Days Inn Group." (The "DAZED Inn Group" seemed more appropriate to me.) One of the things I was most looking forward to was keeping in touch with our daughter through email. Like most colleges and universities, Hillsdale provides free email accounts for its students. Some parents communicate more with their children via email than they do when they are under the same roof. I wanted to hear how the "Dazed Inn Group" was doing, what her classes were like, and how soccer was going. I wanted to know what her friends were like and how her first load of wash came out... When I found myself starting to worry, I recalled one of the farewells we overheard. After a hug, a freshman girl thought of something she wanted her parents to get for her. "Well," her father said in a kindly voice, "you can get it at Wal-Mart. That's what adults do -- they solve their own problems." -- by Grace Witwer Housholder -<>- >Grumblers There is a family nobody likes to meet, They live, it is said, on Complaining Street. In the city of Never-Are Satisfied, The River of Discontent beside. They growl at that, and they growl at this; Whatever comes there is something amiss; And whether their station be high or humble, They are known by the name of Grumble. The weather is always too hot or too cold, Summer and winter alike they scold; Nothing goes right with the folks you meet Down on that gloomy Complaining Street. They growl at the rain, and they growl at the sun; In fact, their growling is never done. And if everything pleased them, there isn't a doubt They'd growl that they'd nothing to grumble about! And the worst thing is that if anyone stays Among them too long he will learn their ways, And before he dreams of the terrible jumble He's adopted into the family of Grumble. So it were wisest to keep our feet From wandering into Grumbling Street. And never to growl whatever we do, Lest we be mistaken for Grumblers too. By L. M. Montgomery (American Poet) -<>- -=- (\ _ /) (`\(")/') (`/\') \\/^\// / \ hjw / \ `-._.-' Sometimes I'm sad, I know not why My heart is sore distressed; It seems the burdens of this world Have settled on my heart. And yet I know...I know that God Who doeth all things right Will lead me thus to understand To walk by FAITH...not SIGHT. And though I may not see the way He's planned for me to go... That way seems dark to me just now But oh, I'm sure He knows! Today He guides my feeble step Tomorrow's in His right... He has asked me to never fear... But walk by FAITH...not SIGHT. Some day the mists will roll away, The sun will shine again. I'll see the beauty in the flowers, I'll hear the bird's refrain. And then I'll know my Father's hand Has led the way to light Because I placed my hand in His And walked by FAITH...not SIGHT. -<>- >Links for Your Enjoyment Annoying http://www.buffalosjokes.com/22624.htm Beautiful http://www.buffalosjokes.com/22625.htm Funny George W Bush At His Best http://www.buffalosjokes.com/121105.htm gagvid0048 http://www.buffalosjokes.com/121106.htm gagvid0079 http://www.buffalosjokes.com/121107.htm German Ad for Cat Food http://www.buffalosjokes.com/121108.htm Subscribe send a blank email to: the-inspired-buffalo-subscribe@yahoogroups.com =========================================================== >-->From SermondFodder: The Oven Ate It "I can't hand in my essay because my mom burnt my only copy in the oven." True story. I saw it happen from my chair in the living room. My wife was cooking supper when my daughter Stephanie (who was very excited about her creation) ran up and said, "Mom, look at this. It is so good." and handed the essay to my wife (who had oven mitts on). The essay slipped out of her hands and feel inside the oven and touched an element. Poof. Richard Killey, Copyright 2002 From Pastor Tim's CleanLaugh List -To subscribe go to: http://www.cybersaltlists.org -<>- ** "Can there be anything worse than blindness? Oh yes...for the most pathetic person in the world is someone who has sight, but has no vision." -- Helen Keller -<>- . : : : : : : . : : : : : . . . . . . : : : x : : x : : -------UUUU---------------- : : ---------------UUUU--------- | : : | | `--' | Miscellaneous Junk - My stepfather was helping us move into our new home when he saw a box label that made him laugh. It was: "Miscellaneous Junk." I wasn't sure if he was laughing at my candor for labeling the box that way or the thought that we were actually moving "junk" from one home to the next. Either way, I'm sure that he would have laughed harder if he had realized that we had moved this same box, with the same "junk", from our previous home and now we were moving it a second time without even knowing what was inside. What is it with us? Why do we value things that we know are junk? One of my favorite quotes is from a famous missionary who was martyred in his efforts, Jim Elliott. He said, "He is no fool who gives up what he cannot keep, to gain that which he cannot lose." It seems that the object of so much of our labor is temporal treasure that only brings fleeting pleasure. Jesus encourages us to labor for His Kingdom ensuring that the results of our labor will bring eternal treasure and eternal satisfaction. "...for where your treasure is, there will your heart be also." (Matthew 6:21) Where is your heart? Is your effort in building treasure as useless as moving boxes of unknown "junk"? Or is your heart enriched, encouraged, and enlivened by a growing relationship with Jesus as you share Him with others? Today is the day to use your labor for the right kind of treasure. Contributed by Bill Horbaly. horbaly@vfr.net By way of Daily Wisdom To subscribe, mailto:dw-subscribe@lists.gospelcom.net ============================================================= >-->From Heartwarmers: UNEXPECTED SPOTLIGHT Several years ago, I worked as a nurse manager for a satellite office of a local hospital. It was a job that I really enjoyed because there was a lot of diversity -- filling in for staff, meeting with physicians to help promote programs for their patients, ordering new equipment, and general day to day problem solving. I was a jack of all trades, as most nurses are. However, I was soon to have one extra job on my agenda that particular day, which was above and beyond any nurses's imagination. The day started out like any other. When I got to the office there was the usual routine of assuring that the doctors' schedules had been posted and that there was sufficient staff to work with each one. Our medical clinic shared space with the oncology outpatients from our hospital and there was sometimes a squeeze for exam rooms. On this particular day, I was faced with more than exam room issues. I noticed some unusual paraphernalia in the halls that resembled television cameras. As I was walking through this maze of equipment, I was stopped by the oncology nurse manager who said she had an urgent request. After settling the patient I was attending to, I went back to see what she wanted. She informed me that the hospital was filming a public service commercial to let everyone know about our outstanding oncology program. They decided that it would be easier if they shot the commercial at the clinic, rather than the hospital. I said, "Well, I guess we will do our best to work around this and still be able to promote patient safety." Besides, we did have an unusually light schedule that day. Then she told me that the nurse who was originally slated to be part of the production had backed out at the last minute. She asked me if I would be kind enough to STAR as the nurse in the commercial. I don't quite remember my initial reaction, but I must have been dumbfounded! I was in our church drama group, but filming a commercial for national television was beyond my acting ability. I was quickly assured by the director of this production that my lines would be very few, and that unlike my live drama performances, we could easily do retakes. Duty called! How could I say no? I suddenly realized what I had done. What did I look like today? Had I known I was being filmed I would have had my hair done or worn my best uniform. Oh well, I guess they would just get the real me. After my initial shock subsided, I was introduced to a lovely lady who was a cancer survivor -- the real star of the show. We were told our lines, and introduced to the lights, cameras, and action. It was quite an exciting experience and an honor once the ball got rolling. As the normal work hours started to wind down, a few more members of the staff were recruited for scenes that required hallway activity. It was a long day for just a 60-seond commercial, but during the down time I was able to engage in conversation with this patient and her family. They were a tremendously fun group. It wasn't long before the commercial started to appear on television. It was great fun when I ran into a friend, who said she had been getting ready for work when she heard a familiar voice coming from her television. She couldn't believe who she saw when she looked at the screen. Or when my sister told me that my niece from California phoned her and said she saw a nurse on a commercial that looked and sounded just like her aunt. No, I never received fame or fortune, but did have an experience I will never forget. You just never know what may suddenly happen to you during an otherwise ordinary day. -- Annettee Budzban ___________________________________________ Annettee is a mother and grandmother and lives in Wildwood, Illinois. She is a former registered nurse and has started a writing ministry called, Writings From The Heart. She sends short devotions to friends and others. Her first book, Life Changing Inspirations, was just published and can be found here: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1591291348/heart ====================================================================== >-->No more with me - By Bob Perks <> "I'm sorry. Please forgive me! I don't mean to hold you up," he said as he struggled to get off the escalator. I'll admit to it. There have been times when walking or driving behind an older person I've gotten impatient and upset. I've huffed and zoomed around them because I was in a hurry to get nowhere. Perhaps I'm more aware of it now because I see myself there one day soon. ,-----. W/,-. ,-.\W ()>a a<() (.--(_)--.) ,'/.-'\_/`-.\`. ,' / `-' \ `. / \ / \ / `. ,' \ / / `-._.-' \ \ ,-`-._/| |=|o |\_.-< <,--.) |_____| |o____| )_ \ `-)| |// _ \\| )/ || |' | `| || | | | || ( )|( ) || | | | || | | | || |_.--.|.--._| || /'""| |""`\ [] `===' `===' hjw Today I saw myself in this old man's shoes and it caused me to slow down, stop and ask for his forgiveness. He was about five or six people ahead of me. I was in a hurry and saw him as an obstacle. I've seen people get off the end of an escalator and stop dead in their tracks, gather their things and suddenly there's a pile up of angry people behind them. You can't stop an escalator full of people behind you. Like the Energizer bunny, they keep on goin'. This man was well aware of the challenge. He tried desperately to step aside. Fumbling with his small packages, struggling to gain his footing, you could see how troubling this was for him. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me! I don't mean to hold you up," he said as he struggled to get off the escalator. I suddenly saw this in a whole new light. It was like I was watching my future. I felt sorry for him. I felt sick to my stomach because this man was apologizing to everyone, when we should have been helping him and calming his fears. One by one, people zipped around him. I heard a few angry comments whispered as one lady passed by him. I saw me. By the time I got to him he was just about steady on his feet. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know there was more," he said. "No, sir. No more with me," I said. This really hit me hard. I realized right then how sad it was that the world was in such a hurry. That, of course, included me. But...no more with me. Count me out. This wonderful man paid his dues. For whatever time he had spent on this earth, he most likely walked many rough roads and too many important miles. Now he should be apologizing for moving slower? My heart ached as I looked into his eyes. I wished that I could see what he had seen all those years. His face weathered from life itself, was creased and wrinkled. The small soft pockets under his eyes and the gentle lines that curved up and around them told me he had many happy moments, too. Those were traces left behind from laughter and a smiling, happy man. "My friend, can I help you with those things?" I asked. Hesitant at first, he finally said, "Well, yes, thank you!" I placed my hand under his left arm and walked with him a safe distance away from the rush of people. "So what are you shopping for, sir?" "Oh, just a little something for my neighbor. She's a young mother raising kids on her own. She's always so nice to me. I thought a box of candy for Mother's Day..." he said, stopping suddenly as he searched his inside pocket of his sport coat. "Do you need something?" I asked. "Oh, no. Here. I think I have it right here. I always carry them with me," he said. Then pulling out a hand full of papers he shuffled through them and handed me a business card that read: "John A. Pomicter Friend to all...enemy to no one! I said a prayer today and you were the answer. Thank you!" "That's for you," he said. "Thanks for stopping to help an old man." "My friend, you helped me. I discovered that I was unhappy with the world and I was part of the problem. Now I'll be part of the solution. No more with me!" "Then this was meant to be," he said smiling. "You know God sends me gifts every day and always at least one special person. You were my gift for today! Let's go get some chocolates, my friend." "I believe in You!" Bob Perks <> Please don't remove my name and contact info! If you are about to copy this story to share with your friends, please leave my name, email address. It is a copyrighted story and cannot be edited in any manner. Thanks! ================================================================= >-->PRAYERS CAN'T BE ANSWERED UNLESS THEY ARE PRAYED ,,,,, ////""\ . (((/ m m -|- __ )))c = ) | (__) ////-./~` . [] (((( `.`\ :: [] )))`\ \)).-;.' .------, [] (() `._.-'` _( )[] )/ `. | .'`^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^))\`.----'`[] jgs ( \' { ~ - ~~ _ ~ - ~~ - ~ - (( | | [] .-.--\ \ { )) | | [] |_;_._`\ |{ ((__|_|-----[] | ; ``` ;{ )) [] | /``-.____/ `~~~[]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~'-' [] `' (__) (__) Life without purpose is barren indeed - There can't be a harvest unless you plant a seed, There can't be attainment unless there's a goal, And man's but a robot unless there's a soul... If we send no ships out, no ships will come in, And unless there's a contest, nobody can win... For games can't be won unless they are played And prayers can't be answered unless they are prayed... So whatever is wrong with your life today, You'll find a solution if you kneel down and pray Not just for pleasure, enjoyment and health, Not just for honors and prestige and wealth... But pray for a purpose to make life worth living, And pray for the joy on unselfish giving, For great is your gladness and rich your reward When you make your life's purpose the choice of the Lord. - Helen Steiner Rice Spend some extra time with the Lord today, and don't hold back asking for whatever is on your heart. Let the Lord bless you through prayer. --- ...Check out this teaching Taking Action On The WOrd Of God http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/takingaction.html ====================================================== >-->Quotes: "Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for the truth." -- Benjamin Disraeli It is reasonable that every one who asks justice should do justice. -- Thomas Jefferson The first question which the priest and the Levite asked [on the Jericho Road] was: 'If I stop to help this man, what will happen to me?' But...the good Samaritan reversed the question: 'If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?' -- Martin Luther King The greatest glory of a free born people is to transmit that freedom to their children. -- William Havard ---> Visit my CyberHome - ALWAYS OPEN HOOUSE :) Shangy! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/index.html Shangrala ------------------------------------------------------------------------ -->Bigham's Computer Rescue - PC Sales && Service You can trust us to provide you with quality computer sales and repair. 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