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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUju_JJ5yCc/TUW6axvKxeI/AAAAAAAACQY/O9VqXvPlLgE/s400/celda%2Bes%2Bcalle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568061483504027106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter from Heaven &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest family some things I'd like to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first of all to let you know that I arrived okay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this from Heaven Here I dwell with God above &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, there's no more tears of sadness Here is just eternal love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that I am with you every morning, noon and night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through God picked me up and hugged me and He said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I welcome you It's good to have you back again you were missed while you were gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As for your dearest family &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll be here later on I need you here badly you're part of my plan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much that we have to do to help our mortal man." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me a list of things that He wished for me to do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And foremost on the list was to watch and care for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you lie in bed at night the day's chores put to flight God and I are closest to you.... in the middle of the night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think of my life on earth and all those loving years &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are only human they are bound to bring you tears &lt;br /&gt;But do not be afraid to cry it does relieve the pain &lt;br /&gt;Remember there would be no flowers unless there was some rain I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned If I were to tell you you wouldn't understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is for certain though my life on earth is over I'm closer to you now than I ever was before &lt;br /&gt;There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb &lt;br /&gt;But together we can do it by taking one day at a time It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too &lt;br /&gt;That as you give unto the world the world will give to you If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain&lt;br /&gt; Then you can say to God at night ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My day was not in vain." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am contented.... that my life was worthwhile Knowing as I passed along the way I made somebody smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low Just lend a hand to pick him up as on your way you go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're walking down the street and you've got me on your mind I'm walking in your footsteps only a half a step behind And when it's time for you to go ....from that body to be free &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember you're not going..... you're coming here to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extracted from &lt;a href="http://anecdonet.com/modules.php?name=News&amp;file=article&amp;sid=2712"&gt;Anecdonet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hhttp://feeds.feedburner.com/AeAnecdotesWithIntention&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285561768067854024-1972398315513233654?l=anecdonetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Who does it when You are on vacation?&lt;br /&gt;-Jane Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;I read the Bible. What does begat mean? Nobody will tell me. &lt;br /&gt;Love, Alison Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;Are you really invisible or is that just a trick?&lt;br /&gt;-Lucy Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;Is it true my father won't get in Heaven if he uses his bowling words in the house?&lt;br /&gt;-Anita Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;Did you mean for the giraffe to look like that or was it an accident?&lt;br /&gt;-Norma Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;Instead of letting people die and having to make new ones, why don't You just keep the ones You have now?&lt;br /&gt;-Jane Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;Who draws the lines around the countries?&lt;br /&gt;-Nan Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;I went to this wedding and they kissed right in church. Is that okay?&lt;br /&gt;-Neil Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean You are a Jealous God? I thought You had everything.&lt;br /&gt;-Jane Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;Did you really mean "do unto others as they do unto you"? Because if you did, then I'm going to fix my brother.&lt;br /&gt;-Darla Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the baby brother, but what I prayed for was a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;-Joyce Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;It rained for our whole vacation and is my father mad! He said some things about You that people are not supposed to say, but I hope You will not hurt him anyway. &lt;br /&gt;Your friend -- (But I am not going to tell you who I am) Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;Why is Sunday school on Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was supposed to be our day of rest.&lt;br /&gt;-Tom L. Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;Please send me a pony. I never asked for anything before, You can look it up.&lt;br /&gt;-Bruce Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;If we come back as something - please don't let me be Jennifer Horton because I hate her.&lt;br /&gt;-Denise Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;If You give me a genie lamp like Aladin, I will give you anything you want, except my money or my chess set.&lt;br /&gt;-Raphael Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;My brother is a rat. You should give him a tail. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;-Danny Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Cain and Abel would not kill each other so much if they had their own rooms. It works with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;-Larry Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be just like my Daddy when I get big but not with so much hair all over.&lt;br /&gt;-Sam Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to worry about me. I always look both ways.&lt;br /&gt;-Dean Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;I think the stapler is one of your greatest inventions.&lt;br /&gt;-Ruth M. Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;I think about You sometimes even when I'm not praying.&lt;br /&gt;-Elliott Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;I bet it is very hard for You to love all of everybody in the whole world. There are only 4 people in our family and I can never do it.&lt;br /&gt;-Nan Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;Of all the people who work for You I like Noah and David the best.&lt;br /&gt;-Rob Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;My brother told me about being born but it doesn't sound right. They're just kidding, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;-Marsha Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;If You watch me in church Sunday, I'll show You my new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;-Mickey D. Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to live 900 years like the guy in the Bible. &lt;br /&gt;Love, Chris Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;We read Thomas Edison made light. But in school they said You did it. So I bet he stoled your idea.&lt;br /&gt;-Sincerely, Donna Dear GOD:&lt;br /&gt;The bad people laughed at Noah - "You made an ark on dry land you fool." But he was smart, he stuck with You. That's what I would do.&lt;br /&gt;-Eddie Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;I do not think anybody could be a better GOD. Well, I just want You to know but I am not just saying that because You are GOD already.&lt;br /&gt;-Charles Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think orange went with purple until I saw the sunset you made on Tuesday. That was cool!&lt;br /&gt;-Eugene &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://anecdonet.com/modules.php?name=News&amp;file=article&amp;sid=2697"&gt;Anecdonet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hhttp://feeds.feedburner.com/AeAnecdotesWithIntention&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285561768067854024-795366861660793735?l=anecdonetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Don't interrupt me. I'm praying &lt;br /&gt;--- But you called me Called you? I didn't call you. I'm praying. "Our father which art in heaven." &lt;br /&gt;--- There you did it again. Did what? &lt;br /&gt;--- Called me. You said, "Our Father which art in heaven." Here I am. What's on your mind? But I didn't mean anything by it. I was, you know, just saying my prayers for the day. I always say the Lord's prayer. It makes me feel good, kind of like getting a duty done. &lt;br /&gt;--- All right. Go on. "Hallowed be thy name." &lt;br /&gt;--- Hold it. What do you mean by that? By what? &lt;br /&gt;--- By "Hallowed be thy name?" It means... it means... Good grief, I don't know what it means. How should I know? It's just a part of the prayer. By the way, what does it mean? &lt;br /&gt;--- It means honored, holy, wonderful. Hey that makes sense. I never thought about what "hallowed" meant before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anecdonet.com/modules.php?name=News&amp;file=article&amp;sid=2656"&gt;(IT CONTINUES)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hhttp://feeds.feedburner.com/AeAnecdotesWithIntention&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285561768067854024-4383636066748490754?l=anecdonetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Wade has deformed a great nation. The so-called right to abortion has pitted mothers against their children and women against men. It has portrayed the greatest of gifts--a child--as a competitor, an intrusion, and an inconvenience. &lt;br /&gt;Mother Theresa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is even an acceptance of abortion, which is always, in addition to being an abominable crime (cf. Gaudium et spes, n. 51), a senseless impoverishment of the person and of society itself. &lt;br /&gt;Pope John Paull II &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherhood is sometimes presented as something backward or as a limitation of a woman's freedom, thus distorting its true nature and dignity. Children are presented not as what they are — a great gift of God — but rather as something to be defended against. &lt;br /&gt;John Paul II - Cuba, January 1998 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest is not and must not be a civil servant of the Church. Above all, the priest is a man who lives for the spirit, for God. This being the case, the Seminary is the place where he learns 'to be with Him.' " &lt;br /&gt;John Paul II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was a revolutionary when I was young and all my prayer to God was, "Lord, give me the energy to change the world." As I approached middle age and realized that half my life was gone without my changing a single soul, I changed my prayer to "Lord, give me the grace to change all those who come in contact with me. Just my family and friends, and I shall be satisfied." Now that I am old and my days are numbered, my one prayer is, "God, give me the grace to change myself." If I had prayed this right from the start I should not have wasted my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Song of the Bird by Anthony de Mello &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing emboldens the wicked so greatly as the lack of courage on the part of the good." &lt;br /&gt;Pope Leo XIII, Sapientiae Christian, 1890 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell us straight that you do not believe in the Gospel of Christ; for you believe what you want in the Gospel and disbelieve what you want. You believe in yourself rather than in the Gospel." &lt;br /&gt;St. Augustine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lose ourselves in God is simply to give up our own will to Him.When a soul can truly say, "Lord, I have no other will than Thine," it is truly lost in God, and united to Him. -&lt;br /&gt;St. Francis de Sales &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We can do no great things; only small things with great love. &lt;br /&gt;Mother Teresa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some babies die by chance. No baby should die by choice We therefore grossly deceive ourselves in not allotting more time to the study of divine truths. It is not enough barely to believe them, and let our thoughts now and then glance upon them: that knowledge which shows us heaven, will not bring us to the possession of it, and will deserve punishments, not rewards, if it remain slight, weak, and superficial. By serious and frequent meditation it must be concocted, digested, and turned into the nourishment of our affections, before it can be powerful and operative enough to change them, and produce the necessary fruit in our lives. For this all the saints affected solitude and retreats from the noise and hurry of the world, as much as their circumstances allowed them. &lt;br /&gt;-St. Apollinaris &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance of scripture is ignorance of Christ &lt;br /&gt;-- St. Jerome &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bread which you use is the bread of the hungry; the garment hanging in your wardrobe is the garment of him who is naked; the shoes you do not wear are the shoes of the one who is barefoot; the acts of charity that you do not perform are so many injustices that you commit.&lt;br /&gt; -St. Basil &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary was raised to the dignity of Mother of God rather for sinners than for the just, since Jesus Christ declares that he came to call not the just, but sinners. &lt;br /&gt;-St. Anselm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hhttp://feeds.feedburner.com/AeAnecdotesWithIntention&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285561768067854024-2753446214809870516?l=anecdonetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUju_JJ5yCc/S79G0_OG7SI/AAAAAAAACG0/53yrGw58zlg/s400/istock+woman+with+mother.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458159149534080290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM THANKFUL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE WIFE&lt;br /&gt;WHO SAYS IT’S RESTAURANT / TANTALIZERS TONIGHT,&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME, AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS ON THE SOFA WATCHING FOOTBAL&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME&lt;br /&gt;AND NOT OUT AT THE BAR WITH OTHER CHICS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE TEENAGER&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME,&lt;br /&gt;NOT ON THE STREETS.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE TAXES I PAY&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM EMPLOYED .&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING,&lt;br /&gt;WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING,&lt;br /&gt;AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR ALL THE COMPLAINING&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR ABOUT THE GOVERNMENT ,CRISIS, PRESS AND JUDGE MALPRACTICES&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS WE HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE PARKING SPOT&lt;br /&gt;I FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKING&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR MY HUGE PHCN BILL&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE LIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE LADY BEHIND ME IN CHURCH&lt;br /&gt;WHO SINGS OFF KEY&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I CAN HEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES&lt;br /&gt;AT THE END OF THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEEN CAPABLE OF WORKING HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFF&lt;br /&gt;IN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM THANKFUL:&lt;br /&gt;FOR THE crazy people I work with&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE they make work interesting and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY, FOR TOO MUCH E-MAIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARE&lt;br /&gt;THINKING OF ME.&lt;br /&gt;SEND THIS TO SOMEONE YOU CARE ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;I JUST DID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://WWW.ANECDONET.COM"&gt;Live well, Laugh often, &amp; 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It seldom rained, but when it did, people scurried about to capture it in buckets and pots. Every drop was a treasure. Every cup was precious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that reason the discovery in the cavern was thrilling news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a farmer was digging holes for fence posts. A few feet below the surface of the ground he found a cavern- not large, but full of water. He immediately lowered a bucket, pulled it out, and tasted, to his delight, cold, sweet water. He was so excited he filled all his buckets, loaded them in the back of his wagon, and hurried into the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I have water! I have water!" he shouted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The villagers came running out of their houses. As the people gathered, the farmer explained how he had come upon the treasure. He joyfully announced that there was enough for everyone.&lt;br /&gt; "Drink all you want," he offered. And then, to the people's amazement, he picked up a bucket and doused a little boy.&lt;br /&gt; "There is plenty!" he proclaimed. "Enjoy it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that the people began to laugh and splash each other. For the first time as long as anyone could remember, there was enough water for everyone. After the celebration, the farmer announced his plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll bring some water in every morning so each of you can have what you need." And that's exactly what he did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer became the watermaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anecdonet.com/modules.php?name=News&amp;file=article&amp;sid=2635&amp;mode=thread&amp;order=0&amp;thold=0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It continues...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;hhttp://feeds.feedburner.com/AeAnecdotesWithIntention&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5285561768067854024-6887472199530983793?l=anecdonetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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