Not a big fan of Chain e-mails
I received this from a friend the other day - there are so many positives in here, be sure to read slowly and pay attention.
One day a woman's husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the
warmth of their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning
that sometimes there isn't anymore. No more hugs, no more special
moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more
"just one minute." Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used
up and goes away, never to return before we can say good-bye, or say "I
love you."
So while we have it, it's best we love it, care for it, fix it when it's
broken and heal it when it's sick. This is true for marriage ... and old
cars .. and children with bad report cards, and dogs with bad hips, and
aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it,
because we are worth it.
Some things we keep -- like a best friend who moved away or a classmate
we grew up with. There are just some things that make us happy, no
matter what.
Life is important, like people we know who are special. And so, we keep
them close!
I received this from someone who thought I was a 'keeper'! Then I sent
it to the people I think of in the same way. Now it's your turn to send
this to all those people who are "keepers" in your life. Suppose one
morning you never wake up, do all your friends know you love them?
I was thinking......... I could die today, tomorrow or next week, and I
wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that
needed rekindling or three words needing to be said.
Let every one of your friends know you love them. Even if you think they
don't love you back, you would be amazed at what those three little
words and a smile can do. And just in case GOD calls me home.
I LOVE YA!!!
Live today to the fullest because tomorrow is not promised. If you don't
like something, change it. If you can't change it, change the way you
think about it!
Anyone that isn't feeling well on Thursday, there will be a healing session at the Pickerel Lake trailhead of Poto beginning at 8:30am.
One day a woman's husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the
warmth of their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning
that sometimes there isn't anymore. No more hugs, no more special
moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, no more
"just one minute." Sometimes, what we care about the most gets all used
up and goes away, never to return before we can say good-bye, or say "I
love you."
So while we have it, it's best we love it, care for it, fix it when it's
broken and heal it when it's sick. This is true for marriage ... and old
cars .. and children with bad report cards, and dogs with bad hips, and
aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it,
because we are worth it.
Some things we keep -- like a best friend who moved away or a classmate
we grew up with. There are just some things that make us happy, no
matter what.
Life is important, like people we know who are special. And so, we keep
them close!
I received this from someone who thought I was a 'keeper'! Then I sent
it to the people I think of in the same way. Now it's your turn to send
this to all those people who are "keepers" in your life. Suppose one
morning you never wake up, do all your friends know you love them?
I was thinking......... I could die today, tomorrow or next week, and I
wondered if I had any wounds needing to be healed, friendships that
needed rekindling or three words needing to be said.
Let every one of your friends know you love them. Even if you think they
don't love you back, you would be amazed at what those three little
words and a smile can do. And just in case GOD calls me home.
I LOVE YA!!!
Live today to the fullest because tomorrow is not promised. If you don't
like something, change it. If you can't change it, change the way you
think about it!
Anyone that isn't feeling well on Thursday, there will be a healing session at the Pickerel Lake trailhead of Poto beginning at 8:30am.
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